After rushing to the front hall.
Jiang Siliu saw Qi Qingyao sitting there, smiling as she drank tea. Her lungs almost exploded from how angry she was.
"Qi Qingyao, don't cross the line! I'm already packing my things! I'll be leaving Qingzhou City tomorrow morning! Why have you still come to my house?"
Qingzhu walked in behind Jiang Siliu and saw the bright-looking young woman at a glance. The young woman was wearing a luxurious cotton robe. She was sitting there with a languid expression while drinking tea leisurely, radiant as a camellia in the afternoon!
There was also a graceful-looking youth standing behind her. The youth's aura was like that of lotuses in water, peaceful and cold.
Qi Qingyao did not even spare the effort to look at Jiang Siliu. She got up and glanced at the space behind her, instantly recognizing her sister in the crowd from the original Qi Qingyao's memories.