Zhang Ling'er walked over from the front courtyard, carrying a basket on her arm covered with a red cloth. Ye Tian glanced at it as if casually, but his stomach was already growling. Still, too shy to lose face, he continued to lie on the ground staring at the bamboo forest.
"Hello, Beauty Zhang."
Zhang Liang said with a smile. Zhang Ling'er looked at him and said, "My dad says you're a civil servant, a very serious person, and told me not to easily interact with you."
"Serious people should of course be taken seriously. But Miss Zhang, you are smart and nimble, it's better to be gentle. Your dad is concerned for your safety, of course he would say that, but you should be cautious with strangers. With me, there's no need. I'm also a Zhang, maybe hundreds of years ago, we were from the same clan."
This remark amused Zhang Ling'er, who snickered and said, "Who says people with the same surname are from the same clan? You're really funny."
