C591 Fried Hair

Qing Zhu had long since noticed that her young master's mood was quite good and silently retreated to a corner.

"Wan, are you concerned about Chen Yiran?" Chi Qingxing leaned close to her. His voice was deep and it was hard to tell his mood.

While asking, he tilted his head slightly to look at the hair on Jiang Wanbai's shoulder. After a pause