Half an hour later, Jiang Kexin stood at the entrance of Lingxiao Manor, staring at the tightly closed iron gate with its elaborate carvings, overwhelmed with a myriad of feelings.
She suddenly realized that seeking help in Chicheng this time was likely not going to go smoothly.
Thereupon, Jiang Kexin took a deep breath and pressed the doorbell. However, after a minute passed, no one inside responded to her.
So she tried to call Leng Lingxiao again, but still, no one answered. With no other option, Jiang Kexin chose to continue pressing the doorbell.
The sunlight filtered through gaps in the leaves, casting its light upon Jiang Kexin. She looked up at the blue sky overhead, filled with anxiety and her self-esteem severely dented, even beginning to doubt whether she had come to the wrong place and should have gone to Jin City to look for Li Zishen instead.
