Shen Yinning was feeling embarrassed for Luo Wanxiang when someone suddenly tugged at her sleeve.
She turned her head, and Xue Qingqing looked up at her pitifully and whispered, "Sister Shen, the new year is already over. When will my sister come back?"
The young girl was convinced that Shen Yinning knew her sister's whereabouts.
But she also understood that, for some reason, it wasn't convenient to speak openly about it.
She waited patiently, but her longing became overwhelming, so she couldn't help but quietly inquire.
Shen Yinning glanced toward Luo Wanxiang, a calculating glimmer flashing through her phoenix-shaped eyes, then said playfully, "Perhaps she'll be back very soon."
On the other side, Luo Wanxiang had used all her efforts to gain even a glance from Xue Ling, but he disdainfully turned away and walked off.
Her temper flared, and she suddenly threw her ornamental sword to the ground in public.
The other young ladies present were bewildered.
