Cheng Yanzhao stopped in his tracks, glanced at Chang An beside him. Chang An went out to make tea, while Cheng Yanzhao retraced his steps back to sit on the chair.
This time he didn't speak, instead suspiciously watched Song Xian, staring until Song Xian raised his head.
Four eyes met, but Song Xian still didn't speak.
Cheng Yanzhao's eyes flickered: "Why can't I go?"
Song Xian said: "Where have Mr. Li and the others reached? Did they discover any spies on the way? The news from the Capital City should arrive soon, right?"
Cheng Yanzhao was not easily distracted. On the contrary, he appeared more serious than usual: "A Xian, don't you think Miss Xie is different from ordinary women? She's very smart, starting from selling herbs to the paper workshop till now... I wish to visit Chen Family Village more often, to see what she might come up with next."
Song Xian's jaw tensed.
