Not far from his courtyard, Yang Jing saw a familiar figure standing at the entrance to Qing No. 4 Courtyard. The person was pacing back and forth, hands clasped behind his back, seemingly waiting specifically for him.
As he drew closer and got a better look, Yang Jing smiled and strode forward. "Ziheng, what are you doing here?"
The man at the gate was indeed Lin Ziheng. When he heard Yang Jing's voice, a hearty smile broke across his face as he hurried over. "Senior Brother Yang, I came to find you. There's something I'd like to discuss."
Yang Jing nodded, pulled a brass key from his robes, inserted it into the lock, and gave it a light twist. Pushing the gate open, he stepped aside to let Lin Ziheng in. "What's so serious? Come on in and tell me about it."
