Seeing that Tu Suxuan was unwilling to say more, Xin Lin didn't press.
The group walked towards the bustling streets of Yunshui City.
Along the way, Tu Suxuan was very talkative, telling Xin Lin and the others about the customs and culture of Yunshui City and even Fuzhou.
Xin Lin listened to a lot and secretly kept it in mind, thinking that if Little Xinzhuo were to be sent to Fuzhou, it might be helpful.
"Miss Ziyue, why do you seem to be in low spirits? Did Tu Suxia neglect you in some way?"
Tu Suxuan noticed that Murong Ziyue and her mother had been quiet all along the way, especially Murong Ziyue, who always seemed worried.
He heard from Xin Lin that Murong Ziyue was her good sister. Being a warm-hearted person, he regarded Murong Ziyue as half a sister because of his third sister's friend.
"It's nothing, just a bit unaccustomed to the water and soil here."
Murong Ziyue forced a smile, casually finding an excuse to brush it off.
