There has never been a time like this when Bai Lang longed for rain to fall.
The words of Sou Tan Mei's mouth raced at a hundred miles per hour.
As soon as they left the side hall, the girl bombarded Bai Lang with questions." Where are the gardens? How many dresses does she have?" Sou Tan Mei's mouth went on and on.
Bai Lang's grandfather was not poor, but there was still a noticeable difference between the Bai marquise and a scholarly family.
Having grown up in the countryside, Bai Lang could understand the Tan mei curiosity, but it was too much. She clearly had a hidden agenda.
Bai Lang followed the circular path of the garden, hoping that Tan Mei's mouth would eventually run out of things to say.
"Biaomei, who is that?" Tan Mei asked, pointing to the person seated on the chair in the middle of the garden. Her eyes were captivated by him.
"Who's there?" the person asked, looking in their direction.
"Young Master Liang?"