After bidding farewell to Zi yinyue, Xiaofan, and the others and reminding them to be careful, Ling Chuxi, Huangfu qingjue, and Xia Yimin left.
"I knew it. This matter needs martial uncle Ling's help. Look, the effect is really different. It's comfortable, too comfortable." Looking at Ling Chuxi's departing back view, Zhuo fanglin sighed with emotion. His face was filled with happiness and satisfaction.
Everyone, including Jie Feiying, turned their faces away. The word "dislike" was almost written on their faces.
It was really unprecedented to commit such a cheap crime.
There were two horse carriages parked outside the door. Xia Yimin was tactful and did not want to affect Ling Chuxi and Huangfu qingjue's alone time.
"Senior Sister Ling, there's something I don't know if I should say." Just as Ling Chuxi was about to board the carriage, she heard Xia Yimin hesitating and hesitating.
"If there's anything you need, you can speak directly." Ling Chuxi said.