From an angle hidden from everyone else's sight, Zhao Rong suddenly winked at little Qian'er, who instantly understood as if their minds were connected, and remembered the words Rong'er had just uttered during the banquet. Still, the young girl peered at the woman in the black dress with a puffed-up spirit.
Zhao Rong nodded gently at her.
Then he turned his head back and chuckled lightly.
He paused, took a meaningful look at Su Qingdai, as if to suggest something.
At that moment, hearing his words, her breathing became momentarily disordered, seemingly grasping the hint in an instant.
"Oh," the Fairy of Great Li Mountain, who had completely let go of her reserve in front of Zhao Rong, obediently responded.
She lifted her delicate chin slightly, her eyes brimming with the moisture of autumn as she looked at Zhao Rong and spoke softly, "Ziyu, when shall we go home?"
