Su Ji walked along the fence outside the courtyard. As long as she was careful, no one could hear her footsteps.
Two men's voices were talking, and they sounded familiar.
One was young and spirited, while the other was cold and indifferent, but deep and pleasant to the ear. It was very recognizable.
The yard was filled with tools for polishing jade and some rattan racks for planting fresh vegetables. As Su Ji walked further in, a stone table came into view.
It was even newer than the stone table Pei Huai had seen. At this moment, there was not a single bit of wear and tear.
Two stone stools were fixed to the ground, and the men sat on both sides.
"Do you think my new stone table is good? In the future, when you come to my place for a drink, we can enjoy the moon, drink and recite poems."
