Cheng Jinyan was only a little shorter than Lu Xingzhi. Even though Jiang Yao, who was wearing flats, always felt like a little bird when she stood beside them, and even though Jiang Yao's height was not considered short among the southern girls, Lu Xingzhi, who was also born and raised there, seemed to have a unique advantage. Even at his height, he was much taller than the boys there.
"You want to tell me about Master Sen's situation?" Jiang Yao put her hands in her pockets and sat on a small chair in the courtyard.
"No, I want to tell you about Zhu Qianlan."
Cheng Jinyan shook his head. "Zhu Qianlan is dead. When my father and I arranged for people to find her, she was already killed with one shot."
Jiang Yao took a few seconds to digest the news. "Is she dead? Is she dead, or is she faking it? I haven't even done anything yet, and she's already dead?"