Shen Fangli, with her cheeks pinched, was as obedient as a kitten grabbed by the scruff of its neck.
She shook her head innocently, but Yan Xianjue found that expression awfully familiar.
Wasn't that the exact innocent look he put on whenever he had done something wrong?
It was one thing for Shen Fangli to copy his expression, but she even seriously offered Yan Xianjue a suggestion. "Next time, try using a louder signal? Like smashing a glass as the cue?"
Yan Xianjue gestured with his eyes for her to continue. He was quite curious to hear what else Shen Fangli could come up with.
Somehow misunderstanding that look, Shen Fangli boldly spoke up. "Not a single one of them is reliable. Putting them together only makes it worse."
Yan Xianjue gave the corner an unreadable smile.
To keep Shen Fangli from being dragged off and bagged by those petty people, he helplessly reached out and lightly tapped her forehead with a finger.
Still, he completely agreed with Shen Fangli. To prevent those people from dropping the ball at the last minute, he had prepared a Plan B in advance.
Yan Xianjue raised his hand and snapped his fingers. The night lights in front of the villa lit up first.
In the darkness, warm golden light settled there, then surged like a tide through the courtyard and past the archway, until the entire villa was shrouded in a soft amber glow. Yan Xianjue looked at Shen Fangli.
But Shen Fangli no longer had the attention to spare for whether Yan Xianjue was looking at her.
Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she was at a loss for words.
She had seen the Rose Garden, and she had personally tended the roses Yan Xianjue had given her. She knew exactly