The cicadas on a tree from an unknown household chirped incessantly, making one feel restless.
Under the tree, the double horse-drawn carriage remained completely still.
The sun had already risen, and the family outing of Qin Yao had been delayed a bit earlier in the morning. If they didn't leave the city soon, there wouldn't be much time left for their excursion.
Seeing that the opposite carriage was still unmoving, Qin Yao grew increasingly impatient and couldn't help urging:
"The road is clear, you go first!"
Unexpectedly, the carriage opposite remained still, while the coachman even got off and set up a stool.
Soon, a pair of hands pushed open the carriage door, and Sikong Jian emerged with a bright smile, stepping down on the stool from the carriage.
He glanced around at Qin Yao's family, who were avoiding them at the side, with full surprise, "Madam, are you preparing to leave the city?"
Seeing Sikong Jian's face, what was left for Qin Yao to misunderstand?
