"Xiaoxiao!"
Seeing the 'late night visitor' in the courtyard, Zhao Rong nearly dropped the tea tray in his hand.
The courtyard was already quiet deep into the night, and after he blurted out the name of a certain little fox demon, almost all eyes in the courtyard simultaneously fell on Zhao Rong.
Xiao Qian, who was serving rice to the 'guest,' glanced sideways at him.
At the courtyard gate, besides the poised woman with autumn eyes who personally greeted the guests tonight, the sword-carrying man with a lantern, and the young girl in a red dress with a small book box on her back, all couldn't help but peep at him with their wide eyes.
Seeing Zhao Rong's expression, Li Bai coughed twice, lowering his head.
Su Xiaoxiao, however... quickly averted her gaze.
In the past, upon seeing Zhao Lang, she would definitely have sprinted towards him, bursting into his embrace, with the speed of the one-hundred-meter dash champion little fox demon from Qingtang Mountain's fox clan.
