"..."
Lin Ruochun looked at the increasingly dubious? smile on Wen Qiao's face, a bit puzzled.
What was she thinking about?
She waved her hand in front of Wen Qiao's eyes: "What are you thinking about? Why are you smiling so... weirdly."
Lin Ruochun didn't dare to voice her true thoughts, so she chose a more prudent word instead.
"Nothing," Wen Qiao snapped back to reality, "just thought of something fun."
"What fun thing?" Lin Ruochu asked.
"Not suitable for children to hear."
After all, it was just her guess, and she didn't intend to tell Lin Ruochun.
Lin Ruochun pursed her lips and reminded her, "I'm only five months younger than you."
"A day is still a difference," Wen Qiao looked around the hall and asked her little informant, "Do you know where Fang Qinghe is sitting?"
Lin·Little Informant·Ruochun shook her head, "I don't know."
She wasn't familiar with Fang Qinghe, so how could she know her whereabouts?
Wen Qiao issued a command, "Go find out for me."
"Oh."
