Only after everyone in the small courtyard had left, did Zhao Lang stride down the stairs with his long legs, heading straight to Jiang Li's room door.
Through the window, he saw the girl sitting at the table reading, her face slightly tilted down, serene and lovely. The book she cradled had been switched from "Zhou Yi" to another ancient text.
She really seemed like a girl who read extensively.
With that thought, Zhao Lang curled his knuckles and knocked on the door.
Jiang Li's clear voice followed, "Who is it?"
"It's me," Zhao Lang said with a smile. "I'm not sure if Miss Jiang is available to let me in?"
"Come in," she replied.
Zhao Lang was about to push the door open but turned back to glance at the camera behind him.
The corners of his eyes curved with a smile, a touch of mischievousness in his gaze, "Brother Xiao Xu, Miss Jiang and I have a private matter to discuss, please wait out here."