"Have you seen Miss Guan Liu at Madam's courtyard?"
Song Zhiyuan looked at his eldest son sitting upright in the carriage and asked with a smile.
Song Lingsu's face heated up slightly, he nodded: "I have seen her."
"How was it?"
Song Lingsu touched his neck and said: "Just a glance, we exchanged greetings but didn't have a chance to say much, she hid away quickly, and when I left, she didn't come out again."
