She couldn't be bothered to continue interacting with him, deciding it was more worthwhile to seize the opportunity and get some things done. As for the other matters, she would look deeper into them later.
Without further conversation, Jiang Ruan turned and left, the onlookers oblivious to the circumstances between the two of them.
Lou Luchuan stood still, fiddling with the Buddha beads in his hand.
After watching Jiang Ruan's retreating figure, he lowered his gaze to the dark red beads in his hand. His lips gradually curled into a smile, his long eyelashes fluttered, concealing the fleeting glint of strangeness in his eyes.
The mysterious glow was eventually obscured by his mild expression.
Elsewhere.
Fu Chi admired the flowers in the greenhouse. Yun Lan indeed had excellent taste. The majority of the cultivated plants were of high quality, and each pot had considerable value. Their enormous greenhouse was undoubtedly a treasure trove.
