C85 A Man of Culture Is Not the Same

The next morning, Zuo Shaoqing reluctantly got out of bed to greet them. While washing his face, he sighed with emotion: "It's still a comfortable and free day."

It was a three-way house. Zuo Shaoqing had only walked a few steps when he arrived at the Tinlan Garden where Mrs. Xue was. At this moment, it was deserted except for two older aunts.

Mrs. Xue was still indifferent towards him