Nan Hua was speechless.
She looked at Long Qian Xing and wondered what did she do to give that kind of image to this young man. For some reason, she felt that his image of her would be fixed on this phrase.
"The drawing room in in this place. Would you like to change clothes first?" Long Qian Xing noticed that Nan Hua's sleeve was a bit wet. Looking at the location, it looked more like she purposely poured some tea to her sleeve.
His eyes narrowed at that thought.
This was quite a common trick that his grandmother told him when one didn't want to drink something but had to on the surface. He must check what had those servants prepared for Nan Hua under Princess Hu's order.
"Mhm. Is there any empty place, Brother Long?" Nan Hua asked.