"Done."
Hearing their conversation, the coachman directed the carriage toward the Artistry Pavilion.
"Ah, look, isn't that Uncle Hong up ahead?"
Ye Zi'an glanced at the figure standing at the doorway. Who else could it be but Constable Hong?
"Why isn't he going inside?" Yang Chuxia asked again.
Just as she was about to call out to him, she noticed that Constable Hong turned around, ready to leave.
"Uncle Hong, Uncle Hong!" Ye Zi'an, at her side, had already shouted out.
Upon hearing the call, Constable Hong turned his head and saw Yang Chuxia and Ye Zi'an in the carriage.
"Uncle Hong, why aren't you going inside?" Ye Zi'an got out of the carriage first to talk to Constable Hong.
"I was just passing by and had thoughts of going inside, but then I figured you wouldn't be there, so I decided to leave," explained Constable Hong upon hearing the question.
However, Ye Zi'an noticed that Constable Hong's complexion seemed off, tinged with a hint of distress.
