Upon noticing Wan Minglu's strange expression, Bai Zehao was about to ask, but was interrupted by his father's enthusiastic words from behind, "Minglu is here, please come inside and rest a bit. We will start dinner very soon."
"Uncle, there's no need to trouble yourself with formalities." Wan Minglu's response was noticeably awkward. It was only after he stepping into the yard that everyone saw the figure trailing behind him. It was none other than the mysterious masked "benefactor."
Lin Ping swiftly greeted him with a bright smile, saying, "You've come too? Please, come inside."
Jiang Yichun's expression was hidden behind the mask, along with his emotions, but an air of proud aloofness still surrounded him, an armor of cold nobility.
"Madam, you are too kind. I merely came to check on Ruozhu." Jiang Yichun's voice was somewhat low, yet magnetic, like fine, smooth wine.