At the beginning of July, Four Directions County had just experienced rain last night, and the air was filled with a humid sultriness.
Rong Zhi looked at the tray held by the servant and rubbed her temples, sighing softly with a rather helpless tone, "Did he ask you to send this?"
The servant nodded, "Yes, Young Master Su said if you can't wear it, we can help."
Rong Zhi: "..."
She wasn't so helpless as to not be able to wear a skirt.
She thanked the servant and went to change, and when she came out, Rong Jiazze was already calling her at the door.
"Brother!"
Today was the wedding of Yan Qique and Zishu Ning, and the Yan Mansion was busy from early morning. She had heard the footsteps pass by the door more than ten times.
Rong Zhi opened the door.
Rong Jiazze's advancing steps suddenly stopped, his eyes glued to her with shock and disbelief.
"...Bro, who told you to wear a skirt?"
