Jiang Yifan shook his head with a smile, feeling a warmth in his heart. Perhaps Ah Yan cared for him more than he thought. Her unreasonable behavior might subconsciously show that she wouldn't mind his poor image, while she would present her best side to him.
Jiang Yifan's courtyard in the capital wasn't as particular as those of many aristocratic clans, but the doors there opened and closed without any creaky sounds.
He quietly opened the door and walked out of the inner room. A candle was already lit in the outer room, where Song Ping's Household was sitting in the shadows with Jiu Yue. When they saw him emerge, they immediately stood up to greet him, but Jiang Yifan stopped them.
He said softly, "I'll go out for a bit first, then come back to wash up. Don't make any noise, let Grandma Jiang sleep a little longer."
