Hu Lan knew that Lu Jiang and his wife had a great reputation, and over the years in the capital, she hadn't neglected her social connections, often hearing from people around her how honest, kind, and morally upright they were—people worth befriending without the fear of them stabbing you in the back.
There aren't many in the capital who can earn unanimous praise from everyone.
She worried that Li Jiaoyang would get up early to buy a ticket to the capital, and after finding out where the Lu Family lived, she began pacing at their door before six o'clock, startling Lu Jiang who was dragging his wife out for a run.
In winter at six o'clock, the sky hasn't even brightened yet!
"Who are you?" Feng Qingxue exhaled a cloud of white fog.
"You're Qingxue, right? I-I'm Hu Lan, sorry to disturb you."