Jing Yiren explained, "I'm just curious! Just asking!"
"..."
As she spoke, Jing Yiren walked upstairs, twisting open the bottle cap in her hand to take a sip, feigning nonchalance to cover her guilt.
Reaching the second-floor turn of the staircase, she saw Bai Yun standing against the wall.
Jing Yiren helplessly shrugged her shoulders, indicating she didn't get anything out of her inquiry.
Bai Yun had also heard that Luo Ziqiao currently had no plans to get married, but would consider it in the future.
But when exactly would that future be? She couldn't possibly wait until her youth was completely depleted.
Bai Yun seemed a bit disappointed.
Luo Ziqiao and Lu Ming had been talking downstairs until after 9 p.m. before Luo Ziqiao drove Bai Yun back.
On the way back, Luo Ziqiao noticed that Bai Yun was particularly unhappy.
But it was in Bai Yun's nature not to show it.
Luo Ziqiao was driving.
