Song Fengwan looked at the person who couldn't see just now suddenly jump up from the bed. Her expression was as if she had seen…
… a corpse moving.
"…" Her entire body stiffened, and she couldn't react for a while.
Tang Jingci reached out to take off the sunglasses, stepped over the few bags of local specialties on the floor with familiarity, pulled out her suitcase, and rummaged through it for some clothes. "Actually, I could see at noon."
"Then…" Song Fengwan was dumbfounded. "Since you can see, why didn't you say so? I'll call Cousin…"
"Don't!" Tang Jingci stopped her.
"Why are you hiding it from him?"
"I just don't know how to talk to him now. You don't know. Senior Brother thought I couldn't see. In the room…" The image of Qiao Xiyan without clothes flashed across Tang Jingci's mind, and her ears turned a little hot.
