Xia Chaoge hesitated for a moment before saying, "You can't get angry when you see him."
Linglong looked baffled. "I don't even have enough time to thank him, so why would I be angry?"
As she spoke, she gently pushed Xia Chaoge aside and proactively headed outside the hall. A figure of such stature deserved to be welcomed in person. She smoothed her hair and looked down to adjust her clothes before stepping out of the hall with a warm, spring-like smile on her face.
Greeting her eyes was the figure of a man in a long, dark-colored robe. He stood tall and straight, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and ink-black hair cascading down like a waterfall.
For a split second, she thought she saw Jiang Fan's shadow, and her expression froze.
Once she got a clear look at his face and realized it was an unfamiliar young man, she let out a self-deprecating smile. "I've been poisoned too deeply by that bastard; now everyone looks like him to me.
