Shuiyunjian.
It's been twenty minutes since Jiang Feng left.
Murong Qian finished her shower, wearing a light blue silk nightgown, sitting on the sofa with her bare white feet, crossing her long white legs, and drying her hair.
By this time, she had sobered up from the alcohol and felt a bit regretful and embarrassed recalling all her moments of losing composure in front of Jiang Feng tonight.
"Miss, have a cup of ginseng tea." Uncle Fu came over and handed a cup of hot ginseng tea to Murong Qian.
Murong Qian took the ginseng tea, took a sip, and asked Uncle Fu, "Uncle Fu, have you met him?"
"Yes, thirteen years have passed, and Young Master Xiao Feng is indeed still alive. Time flies, he is now such a handsome young man." Uncle Fu sat down opposite Murong Qian, sighing bitterly.
"Uncle Fu, not only has his appearance changed, but many other things have changed too."
"What do you mean?" Uncle Fu asked in confusion.
