Lu Xi held Ning Jiang's arm, snickering softly. "Oi, you two hit it off this afternoon. I'm honestly surprised."
Ning Jiang smiled, a little caught off guard by the observation. "Yeah, I didn't expect that to happen either."
Her tone was casual, but internally, she reflected on the afternoon. Although she was technically thirty on paper well it was a lie she'd told for reasons she now couldn't even remember her actual age was only twenty-two. There was often a subtle but tangible generation gap when she talked with people more than a decade older. Conversations would start smoothly and then hit unexpected walls. But Rong Ye had been different. He was talkative, warm in a mature way, and had a charisma that made chatting with him feel strangely comfortable.
Before Lu Xi could respond, she suddenly stopped walking. Her gaze was frozen, focused on something behind the large French windows of the house.
"Uh-oh," she muttered. "We've got company... angry company."
