Tuk-tuk-tuk.
The room door was knocked on politely.
Then came a cautious child's voice, as if sneaking around like a thief: "Sister Qingyu, is anyone there?"
Ping-pong-pang, there was a burst of chaos in the room.
It quickly returned to calm.
Squeak~
The door opened.
Ye Qingyu gracefully stood by the door, her demeanor ethereal and untouched by the mortal world, yet her smile was extremely gentle: "How did you know I was here?"
Her eyes were like mountain springs, her eyebrows like the moon in the sky.
That smile, it was like moonlight flowing through the forest.
So clear and moving.
Jiang Anan was long accustomed to such beauty, looked around mischievously, and chuckled, "I just bumped into Uncle Ye, he said the house had a thief, and sent Young Knight Jiang to catch the culprit... I knew it was you!"
Ye Qingyu's face flushed, a mix of embarrassment and annoyance.
