At the entrance of East Fence Small House.
Lingfei Zhao had one foot inside the door and one foot outside, turning her head towards the tightly shut door of the north room.
Jia Tengying and Fan Yushu were blocked outside by her, neither able to enter nor retreat.
It was extremely awkward.
The two exchanged glances, feeling a sense of inevitable failure.
It was always so perilous, Ziyu, if you aren't troubled, then who is?
As soon as it was said, quickly it happened—within that moment, they had resigned themselves, contemplating how to confess leniently, subconsciously trying to salvage the potentially swiftly worsening impression of Fairy Zhao...
The next second, the other jade foot of Lingfei Zhao outside the door paused slightly, then stepped inside, and suddenly she turned back.
"Yushu, Teng Ying, did you guys help me take it in?"
Lingfei Zhao's tone was half puzzled, half relieved.
Jia Tengying and Fan Yushu both startled.
