When Song Wei came out of Lin Xuanxiang's house, she saw someone she had never dreamed that she would meet here—Yan Zhixing.
Fortunately, she was wearing Song Xiaocao's full makeup look, and the sky was also very dark; he probably wouldn't be able to recognize her.
However, Yan Zhixing seemed to be on guard. His gaze remained on her, and he frowned. "Who are you? What are you doing here so late?"
"I'm looking to buy a pot from Blacksmith Lin." Song Wei deliberately added the tone of a dialect so that he couldn't hear her original voice.
Yan Zhixing raised an eyebrow. "Where's the pot?"
"It's not done yet. Duh. You're really demanding. What's with that interrogative tone? You even have to ask when I'm just buying a pot." Song Wei waved her hand impatiently and walked past him.
Actually, if it weren't for her special identity now, she would definitely have tried to find out what Yan Zhixing was doing here.
