While Zhong Qiaohui was talking to others, Xiao Shuju quietly slipped out and found the adjacent room.
Inside the room next door, she saw a person sitting with their back to her in a wheelchair. Xiao Shuju walked over and called out, "Is it the third young master?"
Because they'd met before at Xiao Yebai's place, Zhang Sanfeng wasn't surprised when he turned and saw Xiao Shuju.
"Hello, Third Miss," Zhang Sanfeng nodded.
Xiao Shuju stood in front of him and said, "I didn't expect you to be with Miss Zhong."
Why didn't the third young master of the Xiao family expect it? Zhang Sanfeng was taken aback.
Seeing his puzzled look, Xiao Shuju smirked, "Yes, because the third young master doesn't seem like someone who would shamelessly cling to others."
Zhang Sanfeng felt awkward at her words: Did he used to give people that impression? Does he still give that impression now?
"I want to ask you something," Xiao Shuju said in a low voice.
"Go ahead and ask."
