Because a strand of hair tickled her lips, Tang Li couldn't help but rub them.
The two rubs landed on the side of Song Baiyan's leg.
Song Baiyan looked down at the still asleep Tang Li and brushed the hair from her cheek; this little thing constantly tugged at his heartstrings.
The issue with Tang Yin's photo hadn't escaped his notice.
Even if Tang Li doesn't mention it, the domestic staff will report it to the security office.
All correspondence received at Tan Palace must be registered.
Even if the surveillance footage didn't capture the person who delivered the letter, they could still screen which guests approached the main table yesterday, although this screening wouldn't be particularly useful.
Getting the list is nothing more than speculation.
A photo appearing so suddenly surely carries some intent.
They know Tang Li's true background.
