"Why are you here again?"
The emphasis in this sentence is on "again," and Li Xingyuan's tone carries three parts impatience and seven parts vigilance, which makes Tang Xiaobai very curious: "Who's here?"
There's a moment of silence outside the door, then another voice is heard: "Wenren Jia requests an audience."
"Please come in!" Tang Xiaobai hurriedly called.
Outside the door, after some hesitation, the door finally opened.
Wenren Jia stood at the door, his white clothes spotless, but he did not enter.
Li Xingyuan stood to the side, half of his face hidden by a beard, looking at Wenren Jia with a complex expression that was a mix of love and hate.
"What's going on?" Tang Xiaobai curiously asked.
What story happened between these two?
Wenren Jia raised his left hand, revealing a small porcelain bottle: "I heard Yingying was injured, and I just happen to have brought antiseptic medicine from the Capital City."
