Song Baiyan walked to the steps of the pavilion, noticing that Tang Li hadn't followed him, his gaze growing warmer: "Not planning to go see your father?"
"I just got down here." Tang Li, with hands behind her back, pointed at the stone bench beside her: "I'll wait for you here."
Song Baiyan didn't force her.
On his handsome face, a hint of indulgence appeared.
"Then let Ji Ming go buy a box of mosquito coils."
"No need." Tang Li said: "Before going out, I applied some Bengay."
As she spoke, she remembered something and couldn't help but advise, "If he brings up the senator election to you, let it go in one ear and out the other, and don't pay him any mind."
Song Baiyan laughed: "Afraid your father might use the trick of injuring oneself to gain the enemy's confidence?"
"Whether it's selling a meat trick or injuring oneself, just make sure not to fall for it!"
"Why don't we go up together?"
This time Tang Li remained firm.
