Early autumn evenings were chilly, and Ruan Jiaojiao, after finishing dinner, listened to the Ruanlin family's advice and went upstairs to put on a jacket. By the time she came down, Xiu Xun and Jiang Bin were still standing in the courtyard, maintaining their previous positions.
The Ruanlin family always felt she didn't eat enough and washed a small bowl of dates for her to eat while carrying it around.
Ruan Jiaojiao was now holding the small bowl, eating dates, her large eyes rolling around curiously as she gazed at the two men in the distance. With such a far distance, she couldn't hear what they were saying, but judging by their body language and demeanor, it seemed they hadn't started talking yet?
Meanwhile, the two men maintained their stance for several minutes and indeed, no one had started speaking.
Xiu Xun looked at the man before him, his eyes deep and inscrutable, giving away no emotion.
