Fengyu's joy and excitement were no less than Fang Lingjun's. Tears of happiness streamed down her face—she had missed Fang Lingjun too much. The refugee gathering area wasn't a good place for conversation, and it was impossible to bring her back to the Su Family. The two found a teahouse to catch up. Fang Lingjun was so overjoyed that she almost lost her composure. "I never thought I'd see you in Yangzhou! Why are you here? It's too dangerous—how could you dare? I heard from my grandmother that you were doing business in the West Continent. Are you doing well? Has Xie Xun bullied you? You've lost weight."
Fang Lingjun was so worked up that her words tumbled out in a rush. Fengyu looked at her with warm eyes and answered her questions one by one. "Why are you in Yangzhou?"
