Miss Meng Changshu greeted Cheng Yanzhao.
The two looked at each other.
On such a night.
The person she was worried about suddenly appeared in front of her, and what he did was like a lantern, illuminating a corner of her heart and making everything clear.
Cheng Yanzhao was the first to speak: "Are the lanterns pretty?"
Miss Meng Changshu slightly curled her lips into a smile: "Pretty, did Mr. Cheng make them?"
Cheng Yanzhao nodded: "I... I actually..."
Miss Meng Changshu asked: "Why did Mr. Cheng suddenly visit? Did you inform my father? My father came to the Capital City wanting to see you. I heard you were at Jianguo Temple."
Upon hearing "Jianguo Temple," Cheng Yanzhao hurried to explain: "I... I was at Jianguo Temple, but not in the way you think."
Miss Meng Changshu glanced at the maid by her side, and the maid slowly withdrew.
"What do I think?"
