"Oh, Qingsong, come out quickly."

Near the peach tree, a small blade of grass swayed gently.

In a flash of light, a handsome young man appeared in front of Hang Suisui.

"Miss Hang."

Hang Suisui sat at the table and waved to Qingsong: "Come and sit down, what are you standing for?"

Qingsong looked at Hang Suisui, then moved his feet somewhat awkwardly and slowly sat down.

Seeing the teacup being handed to him, Qingsong quickly reached out and took it.

"Thank you, Miss Hang."

Hang Sui Sui picked up her teacup, somewhat surprised.

Yesterday I was calling her by her name, but today I'm calling her "Miss Hang"?

Hang Suisui asked with a smile, "Why are you still so reserved?"

"I just feel that we should show some respect to the young lady," Qingsong said quickly, holding the teacup with both hands.

Hang Suisui laughed upon hearing this: "Hahaha, what's wrong with you today?"

Hearing Hang Suisui's question, Qingsong smiled along with her, holding his cup.

Hang Suisui took a sip of tea, then changed the subject and said to Qingsong with a smile, "I'll introduce you to someone later, so you won't have to hide anymore."

Qingsong's hand trembled as he held the teacup, and the tea inside almost spilled.

The person Hang Suisui mentioned who was taking him to see was undoubtedly the owner of this garden.

"Ah...I..."

As Qingsong was pondering how to answer, a sudden sound startled him so much that he spilled the tea from his cup.

What are you doing?

His gentle voice was like a thunderclap from a clear sky.

Fried Green Pine, holding his teacup, suddenly stood up.