In the attic of the tavern, Li Ang leaned against the window, his eyebrows slightly furrowed. He looked down at the tightly shut Vermilion Bird Gate, his fingers drumming lightly on the tabletop.
He had the distinct feeling of a husband anxiously waiting outside the delivery room while his wife was in labor.
In the same room, Li Leqing, He Fanshuang, and You Xiao were chatting leisurely, discussing the newly launched rouge and powder. Li Leqing did most of the talking. Given the differences in their statuses, You Xiao responded carefully, her manner friendly yet respectful, while He Fanshuang calmly sipped her tea and cracked melon seeds.
