The people behind him disappeared in response.
Yin Huaizhu slowly walked up the steps and gently knocked on the door with her slender fingers.
The bodyguards inside quickly opened the door.
"Fifth Master, you're back!"
The bodyguards standing behind the door quickly arranged for a vehicle, and the two got in and drove to Lanzhu Garden.
Yin Huaizhu leaned back in her seat, crossed her arms, and closed her eyes.
The fleeting image I had captured under the tree earlier kept flashing through my mind.
The white-clad girl's face looked somewhat familiar.
A startling guess began to form in his mind…
Hang Suisui was talking to Qingsong.
"The tracking device failed. How did you manage to do that?"
"I------"
She was about to find an excuse to brush it off, but before she could finish speaking, she heard footsteps outside the garden.
Hang Suisui quickly gave Qingsong a wink.
Upon receiving the signal, Qingsong quickly concealed himself and hid in a small blade of grass the moment the person outside pushed open the door.
Yin Huaizhu stood in front of the door, slowly raised her hand, and was about to push the door open when her eyes caught sight of the tracking device in Yin Qian's hand.
He slightly raised his chin.
Seeing that Yunqian had quickly put away the tracking device in his hand, Yin Huaizhu then pushed open the door.
Seeing the door suddenly open, Yin Huaizhu took two steps forward and quickly walked into the garden.
Upon entering the garden, all you can see is a little girl in a white dress sitting quietly at the stone table.
She was like a newly blooming orchid, fresh and refined, like an ethereal spirit untouched by worldly concerns, making her all the more endearing.
At this moment, she was gently putting down the teacup she was holding.
Just then, Yin Huaizhu's gaze fell on Hang Suisui.
Hang Suisui has never worn a white dress.
Yin Huaizhu's eyes held an imperceptible depth and probing, like a deep pool whose calm surface concealed endless turbulence.
Hang Suisui quickly looked up and glanced towards the doorway, where she saw Yin Huaizhu striding towards her.
Hang Suisui calmly released the blue-bottomed teacup on the table, jumped off the stool, blinked her big, glassy eyes, and happily ran towards Yin Huaizhu.
Yin Huaizhu stared intently at Hang Suisui, who was running towards him. She was dressed in white, and her features were exquisite.
The red mole between the eyebrows overlapped with the white-clad girl who had just flashed by.
The image of a petite face and a young girl's cheeks kept flashing through Yin Huaizhu's mind.
That blurry glance eventually coalesced into a small figure before my eyes…
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