Night fell, and the wind howled on the mountaintop.
Sitting in the guest room, Xu Zhi Rou had her lips pursed all the time.
"What's wrong, you seem deeply troubled?"
Lin Fan sat next to her and reached out to drape an arm around her shoulders.
"I'm worried about Jiaqi, it's been so long. She hasn't really married someone from the secret sect, has she?"
Xu Zhi Rou leaned on Lin Fan's shoulder.
Four months had past, and Zhao Jiaqi had been in the secret sect for a whole month now.
Now, hearing about this matter, it really worried Xu Zhi Rou.
"Don't worry, although her talents are average, she isn't foolish. She can handle such minor issues, and it's only been a month, not thirty or fifty years. Do you think she could let go of me that easily?"
Lin Fan gently stroked Xu Zhi Rou's smooth shoulder, his lips curving into a confident smile.
"There you go being smug again, you never committed to her, nor slept with her, why should she wait?"
