"How strange, how could this room be entered so casually?" Zhiqing muttered to himself, looking at the dim light glowing inside the room.
In the Zheng Garden, under the cold moonlight, Suoyong set up a soft chair in the courtyard, lying down and drinking wine with a very serene expression.
Jiang Rong frowned deeply. When she entered the room just now, she felt that the temperature inside was unusually different from outside, but she had not said anything, and now Chen Jun had brought it up. Without a word, she walked around to take a look.
Chapter 162