Inside the elegant room, the fragrance of tea lingered.
The weather was gradually warming. With the windows open under the bright light, the wind blew in with only a slight chill.
But, without reason, Ning Yunling shivered with cold.
Footsteps came from behind.
He turned his head. Through a screen, he couldn't see the scene outside clearly, only vaguely made out a silhouette.
"Who is it?"
Ning Yunling's displeasure was written all over his face.
"Sneaking around outside, actually eavesdropping on this Princely Heir's conversation!"
The voice was just like that of his dead cousin!
Was this an intentional imitation?
Wasn't this deliberately poking at his sore spot?
Ning Yunling, not knowing his limits, angrily shouted, "You blind thing! Get in here immediately!"
His momentum was strong.
Very much in the style of the Princely Heir from the Ning Family.
Yu Tingwan looked at Ning Yunling with a newfound affection that she hadn't shown before.
