After a little while.
In the orchard, Zhao Lingfei looked at Su Xiaoxiao for a moment, then stood up.
She was about to take her leave.
"Xiaoxiao, I've got some things to do, so I won't keep you. If you encounter difficulties similar to picking fruit in the future, feel free to come to me. I'll do my best to help you."
Su Xiaoxiao wanted to stubbornly retort, "I can pick the fruit myself without your help," but she swallowed her words and casually replied:
"Oh, sure. Take care, Lingfei. By the way, where are you going?"
"The Letter Pavilion."
Su Xiaoxiao raised her head and immediately became wary and suspicious.
"Oh, what are you going to do at the Letter Pavilion? Are you… mailing a letter?"
Zhao Lingfei shook her head gently, "No, it's a letter from my husband."
Your husband's… letter?
