Leaving Li Bei to speak ill of his uncle, as the junior, Wang Anfeng could only cough softly and pretend not to hear it. Then, he looked up at Dongfang Ximing, who was sitting uneasily. His expression couldn't help but soften, and he said gently:
"There are many people here. Would you like to go upstairs to talk?"
Dongfang Ximing blushed, lowered her head, and dared not look at him, her voice weak.
"Hmm."
Wang Anfeng felt a slight relief in his heart. He led the blushing Dongfang Ximing and Gong Yu back to the room in the inn.
As they walked up the aging wooden stairs, Sikou Tingfeng, whose expression was indifferent as if uninterested in everything, leaned against the handrail on one side, his eyes fell on the blushing face of Dongfang Ximing. He fixed a glance at her, showed no unusual expression, and stepped aside to let them pass.
