The Zhongshan Jiang Clan also had a residence on Puji Island.
Zheng Qing clearly remembered that when they had just started their freshman year, Li Meng had mentioned her cousin's home in Beta Town and the laboratory in her cousin's tower on the plane.
As for why the young witch had come to Puji Island early this year but had not stayed at her own home, choosing instead to lodge at Qingqiu Mansion, Zheng Qing neither dared to say nor ask.
But since even Su Shijun had voiced no objection, why should he make trouble for himself? The boy comforted himself with that thought, obediently dragging Jiang Yu's small suitcase as he slowly followed the two witches through the little garden.
Su Shijun walked in front with her hands behind her back, elegant yet carrying a hint of languidness. At some point, she had removed her glasses. Her captivating aura made the flowers and grasses in the garden bow before her. Some particularly sensitive flowers even turned their receptacles away, curling up their petals and pretending they had not yet bloomed. The sprites hidden among the flowers forgot their shyness and timidity, poking out one after another, craning their necks and spreading their lovely transparent wings as they watched the witch pass through the flowerbeds, hoping only that she might glance at them once more.
Jiang Yu carried Poseidon in her arms as she walked in the middle, her steps light and unhurried. With her head lowered and eyes fixed straight ahead, all her attention was on the Little Fox. A gentle smile appeared on her face—the Little Fox had finally gotten her wish and caught the black butterfly on Jiang Yu's shoulder. She held it in her two fluffy little paws and blew on it in tiny puffs, forcing