Song Baiyan asked, "What book teaches you this kind of thing?"
"Anyway, it's just a book," Tang Li was vague. "Since it can be written, there must be some practical basis. As for the title, I'm usually quite busy. I forget it after I read it."
"Did you not write it yourself?"
Tang Li: "..."
Inside the spacious Danzhu Hall, there were only two people.
Normally, although the staff of Tan Palace would periodically clean the Danzhu Hall, Song Baiyan seldom came here, and he didn't visit the President's wife's exclusive Red Room often either. By asking Ji Ming to bring Tang Li to the Danzhu Hall, he wanted to avoid disturbing Xiao Minglan. Compared to the Red Room, the location of Danzhu Hall was more secluded.
That's why the Danzhu Hall seemed much quieter.
Song Baiyan raised his hand to lightly hold Tang Li's arm, starting a topic, "Some things, when you grow up a bit more, the earlier they happen, the more you might regret them when you look back."
