Upon hearing the familiar voice from deep within the Plum Garden, Lin Wanwan didn't need to see the person to know their identity. She couldn't help it; the person's distinctive voice was too recognizable.
"Pleasure to meet you, dear cousin. You're at the Ge Xian Temple today as well." Lin Wanwan let go of the squirming Qingyu and took her hand, leading her towards the source of the voice.
Qingyu's little feet seemed glued to the ground, stubbornly refusing to move forward. She had also recognized the identity of the speaker and had no desire to go over there!
Lin Wanwan sighed helplessly, crouched down to look at her, and said, "What's wrong, Xiao Yu? Still throwing a tantrum? Don't want to go inside?"
Qingyu pouted, lowered her head, and remained silent, resisting passively.
