At the doorway.
Qingyi had just raised her hand, preparing to knock on the main gate.
The next instant.
She felt an inexplicable discomfort.
"Strange!" She glanced left and right, but found nothing unusual, and immediately withdrew her gaze.
On the other side.
Jiang Li rubbed his nose, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile.
Then he got up.
Dong—
Dong—
Dong—
The front yard's main gate was knocked by Qingyi.
Then the gate was opened.
"Sister Qingyi!" Looking at the woman standing outside in the snow, dressed in a long cyan dress that trailed along the ground as if blending into the snow itself.
A faint smile could not help appearing on Jiang Ning's face.
Seeing Jiang Ning, Qingyi looked him over suspiciously.
"How did you know I was here?"
"I didn't!" Jiang Ning said.
"You didn't know, so how did you appear so promptly?" Qingyi looked into Jiang Ning's eyes, their gazes meeting.
Jiang Ning could not help rubbing his nose.
Seeing this, Qingyi glared fiercely at Jiang Ning.
Her intuition told her that the oddness she had sensed just now was no illusion, but had come from Jiang Ning's spying.
Jiang Ning's timely appearance also confirmed this in her heart.
"Help me lift my skirt hem. It keeps dragging on the ground, it's too dirty!" Qingyi said to Jiang Ning, who was standing beside her.
Hearing this, Jiang Ning casually lifted Qingyi's skirt hem. With one glance, he saw Qingyi's smooth calves beneath it.
"Sister Lin, aren't you cold? Bare-legged in this weather!"
"It looks good!" Qingyi said.
Then she smiled faintly. "A dignified Grandmaster—how could I fear the cold!"
"Grandmaster?" Jiang Ning's eyes widened.
Seeing Jiang Ning like this, Qingyi could not help giving a charming smile, the corners of her mouth then lifting