Zhuang Zhuang Is the Most Sensible

"Xiaoguo wouldn't mind."

Qin Anming tied up the carriage and came to their side.

"Exactly." Xiaoguo took Ruyi's hand and patted it happily. "Of course I understand. I'm overjoyed that you could come."

Ruyi's arrival really took Xiaoguo by surprise. After all, the more people there were, the happier Zhuang Zhuang would be.

"We should stop chatting. Let's go in." Xiaoguo took Ruyi's cold hands and urged her to keep warm inside the house.

Qin Anming walked behind them. When Xiaoguo was just about to enter the house, he immediately stopped her.

"What is it?" Xiaoguo lowered the curtain and looked at Qin Anming, who was behaving strangely.

Qin Anming didn't speak. He shook his cloak and looked at her with a faint smile.

"What is it?" Xiaoguo stared at him, speechless. What was he trying to do?

"Tsk." Qin Anming took two steps back and looked like he was trying to show her something.