An Yan returned to Magic Treasures Pavilion, Xue An walked out of his room and went straight to Zhuo Yangyang's residence. After a moment's contemplation, he actually knocked on the door.
At this moment, Zhuo Yangyang was sitting on her bed, gazing anxiously at the starry sky outside the window.
Though she had resolved to accompany Xue An to the banquet tomorrow,
her heart was still filled with unease.
Especially since tomorrow's banquet would likely not only be attended by the Zhuo Family, but also people from Tian Fu Pavilion and other noble families.
What would happen at that time was truly unpredictable.
These thoughts caused Zhuo Yangyang so much worry that she found it hard to fall asleep.
It wasn't until the knocking began that Zhuo Yangyang jerked slightly, coming back to her senses, and couldn't help but feel puzzled.
Who could it be at such a late hour?
As she contemplated, Zhuo Yangyang asked in a low voice, "Who is it?"