After leaving the Murong Family, Jiang Shouzhong came once again to the courtyard where Li Nanshuang lived.
In the courtyard, Wen Er hummed a tune leisurely, lying in the rocking chair with a birdcage as usual, passing the time.
Just like a retired old man.
Jiang Shouzhong suddenly suspected, whether Li Nanshuang's sloppy lifestyle was inherited from this second uncle of hers.
"Come inside, someone is waiting for you."
Seeing Jiang Shouzhong appear, Wen Er pointed toward the room and then started humming his tune again.
Someone is waiting for me?
Jiang Shouzhong's heart stirred slightly, and he pushed open the tightly closed door.
As light flooded into the slightly dim room, indeed, a familiar figure in green caught his eye.
The woman looked much thinner than usual.
"Jiang Mo!"
Ran Qingchen's expression was agitated, her eyes reddening a bit.
For the past few days, like Li Nanshuang, she hadn't closed her eyes at all.