"Strange. Strange. Super-duper strange." Xin Zimen had been mumbling to himself as he left the room which Xiu was in and turned the corner to go back into his study.
"What's strange?" he heard the question as soon as he entered the study where Xin Kuan had been waiting for him.
Xin Zimen went around his desk as he spoke with a sad grimace, "It's strange that I feel such a weird familiarity with that little lass. I can't even describe it..." He was feeling exasperated as he shook his head.
"Sometimes familiarity doesn't have a name," said Xin Kuan. He was about to continue when the door of the study was pushed open with a strong force and a figure washed in anger and burning in fiery fire strode inside.
Ying's every step sounded like she was a grim reaper who brought a letter of death. Especially when she slammed the envelope in her hand on Xin Zimen's desk right in front of him while her eyes never stopped glaring at him dangerously.
