Zhao Ya was also here for the first time. Compared to the front yard, the architecture here was not only more refined, but the security was also much tighter.
With just a fleeting glance, Zhao Ya noticed there were masters hidden in places like the eaves of the corridors and behind the railings.
Standing at the door, there were as many as dozens of gazes scrutinizing him.
Zhao Ya was well aware of this, but outwardly his expression remained calm, simply waiting quietly.
Not long after, laughter came from the study, and then Song Linqing and Song Peiwan, brother and sister, came out to greet him.
At this time, Song Peiwan had changed into a new outfit, a light pink horse-faced skirt perfectly showcasing her gentle and graceful temperament.
Song Linqing walked quickly to Zhao Ya, first looking him up and down, then appreciatively patting him on the shoulder.
