Su Ningyan moved quietly through the corridors of the inn, the soft, distant music echoing faintly through the halls.
It was… too calm. Almost unnaturally so.
He frowned slightly.
Did they rent out the entire place? it wouldn't be surprising.
Still, his thoughts drifted.
He needed to leave the phoenix clan soon. With Lan Meishan.
But something told him that Yan Wuhen wasn't going to let that happen so easily.
Ningyan exhaled softly and nearly bumped into someone.
The beastwoman stepped back immediately, bowing quickly. "I'm so sorry, young master. I didn't see you."
Ningyan waved his hands at once. "No, no.. it's fine. Really. We're both fine."
He offered her a small smile.
She blinked. Then her face flushed red, clearly startled by it.
Ningyan didn't think much of it. "I'm looking for my husband," he said casually.
She froze. "…Your husband?"
Her eyes lit up. "…Which one?"
Ningyan blinked. "…Which one?"
He stared at her. "How many husbands do you think I have?"
