"Still need something? What is it?"
Song Yifan looked at Zhao Qian with a face full of doubt, muttering to himself: he hadn't seen this cousin in over a hundred years, what on earth could she want with him?
Zhao Qian first glanced at Qiyue standing to the side, her look unmistakable—she clearly didn't want Qiyue to hear the conversation between the two of them. Qiyue naturally understood.
Chapter 16