Madam Zhou was shocked: "Lan, what are you up to?"
Gu Lan cupped her fists, and her figure turned into a flash as she left the room: "Farewell."
She ran directly to Xiaoxiang Palace and saw Rong Heng reading in the courtyard.
It was already late, and there was only one lamp in the courtyard. Gu Lan came in a hurry, bringing a cold wind, and the flame flickered twice and went out.
"Sorry to bother you."
Rong Heng quickly closed the book in his hand, gripped tight, and looked up with a cold face: "Dinner's over, what do you want now."
Gu Lan glanced at his hand: "Brother Hang, what book are you reading, so secretive?"
Rong Heng said displeasedly: "Mathematical classics."
She actually saw that Rong Heng was gripping the edge of the book so hard that his fingertips were pale and smiled: "I get it, I get it, tired from learning, should read something interesting. I wonder what type you like, I'll bring you some next time."
Rong Heng: "What?"
