Needless to say, the visitor was none other than Tang Dongyan.
She stood by the courtyard wall, looking somewhat flustered, biting her lip with a guilty expression, her eyes floating back and forth between Hua Xiaomai and Meng Yuhuai, as if she couldn't decide whether to leave immediately.
Hua Xiaomai quickly moved her face away from Meng's shoulder and also withdrew her hand that was clinging to his arm. Although she felt it was impolite, she couldn't help but roll her eyes surreptitiously.
Wasn't it obvious that she was disturbing them? In this situation, anyone with a bit of sense should have immediately turned around and left. Why was she still standing there, making the scene even more awkward?
Speaking of which, as a young woman, running here alone to this dark, remote part of the house, weren't you afraid?
