The sun was shining brightly in the small courtyard.
Bai Ling was wearing a pink dress and standing in the small courtyard. She held a small black whip in her hand and looked at Luo Qingzhou solemnly.
Under the eaves not far away, beside the exquisitely carved window frame, Xia Chan held her sword and looked at him coldly.
Luo Qingzhou stopped at the door and looked at them.
"Are you aware of your mistake?" Bai Ling snorted and suddenly spoke.
She waved the small whip in her hand.
Luo Qingzhou stood still. "No."
Bai Ling raised her eyebrows and said, "You don't know? Sir, you know that that person humiliated the Qin family and Miss by breaking off the engagement. He's so despicable! Why did you bring him here and make Miss angry?"