Jiang Yihuan threw herself into Xiao Yanci's arms, crying softly.
After crying for a short while, she heard someone approaching, and quickly withdrew from his embrace, shyly stealing glances at Xiao Yanci across from her.
Xiao Yanci smelled the fragrance from her presence, but as soon as he touched it, it was gone. The old doorkeeper really lacked awareness.
"Brother Xiao, thank you. Luckily, you were here; otherwise, I really wouldn't know what to do." Jiang Yihuan said, "Consider this silver note as a loan from you, and I will repay you in the future."
"What's mine is yours, don't be so formal with me."
