In the middle of the vermilion door frame, the girl was wearing a pale yellow blouse, her profile slightly tilted upwards, her face as fair as milk.
She was completely absorbed in her own thoughts, oblivious to the anxious and uneasy expressions of the maidservants who were driven outside, and didn't even notice when Tang Jiaojiao came in.
It was Tao Zi who noticed and gave a reminder: "Miss Tang is here!"
The young girl suddenly snapped out of her reverie, quickly gathered the loose sheets of paper beside her into her arms, and stood up to greet her: "Sister, why are you here?"
Tang Jiaojiao glanced at the paper ball she quickly crumpled: "What were you writing?"
The young girl's gaze flickered, and she hesitated and stumbled over her words.
Tang Jiaojiao looked at her with a half-smile.
Tang Xiaobai reluctantly handed over the paper ball: "I was just calculating Sister's enemies…"
