For a moment, it was quiet. She glanced to the side, meeting Song Tingfan's gaze. "Ahem, if it's difficult, forget it. Young Master Yan is gentle; he won't force it."
"It's up to you." Song Tingfan held her hand.
Lin Qiao: "..."
What's the antagonist up to? There are several pairs of eyes watching in the house.
She smiled awkwardly, "Alright then."
After a while, Yan Xian paid silver coin and left, leaving only the two of them in the room.
Lin Qiao pulled her hand back with a slight effort, "Aren't you going back to the camp?"
"No one is allowed to enter this room besides me. Any discussions must be held in the main hall." Song Tingfan's tone was a bit angry.
Lin Qiao: "..."
A few days ago, he didn't care about her, and now he's acting worried about her. Could he be schizophrenic?
Ahem, it doesn't seem like it.
She initially wanted to go along with him, but suddenly thought of something—that she shouldn't always comply with him.
