"What are you doing?" Feng Yi didn't quite understand. 'What is she hiding from?'
Song Yunzhao said without turning back, "He Lan Yun is marrying Duke Qin. I'm just trying to see what this legendary 'block of wood' looks like."
"A block of wood?" Feng Yi glanced over. 'What block of wood?'
"That's right. He Lan Yun said Duke Qin is a total block of wood—incredibly boring." Song Yunzhao watched Duke Qin, one hand full of bags while his other arm was injured, still patiently shopping. 'I'd love to have a block of wood like that myself.'
'Sigh, too bad. No hope for that in this life.'
Feng Yi gave Yun Zhao a suspicious glance. 'He had no idea what sort of nonsense these women chattered about when they gathered. Cao Jitong might be a bit taciturn and quiet, but that didn't make him a block of wood, did it?'
'At least, when it was time to talk, Cao Jitong had plenty to say.'
