Xue An was slightly taken aback, then smiled and slowly poured a full cup of tea, gently sipping a mouthful.
At this moment, a muddle of footsteps came from the corridor outside the room, then halted in front of the door.
Xue An, head bowed, silently drank his tea, not even glancing up.
Just then, the room's door was abruptly pushed open, the outside wind gushing in, causing the curtains to flutter uncontrollably.
Sheng Miaotong, the second miss of the Sheng Family, stood at the doorway. She observed Xue An, who sat motionless like a mountain, quietly sipping tea, with a complex gleam flashing in her eyes.
There was admiration, curiosity, and also a trace of mischievous amusement.
Then Sheng Miaotong cleared her throat and feigned surprise, "Oh? Young Master, what a coincidence! To think we'd bump into each other again so soon!"
Xue An glanced at the girl, whose stature had yet to fully develop, then lowered his gaze and said indifferently, "Indeed, what a coincidence!"