Jiang Zitao hurried after him and grabbed Yu Zihan. "Zihan, even if you like her, you don't have to be in such a mad rush! Besides, I heard she's been engaged for a long time. Uncle Yu and Aunt Shen would never approve of this match!"
Yu Zihan: "..."
He couldn't help but look at Jiang Zitao as if he were an idiot. Shaking off his hand, he said through clenched teeth, "You moron! Think about what Qi Qiang said yesterday! Weren't we just wondering what woman would have been at the Imperial College at that time? The answer is right in front of us!"
Jiang Zitao froze, then it dawned on him. "Oh, right!"
Yesterday, they had wracked their brains trying to figure out who the owner of that faint female fragrance Qi Qiang mentioned could be. Later, they heard that Wu Shilang had visited the Drunken Red House before the incident, so they put the matter aside and skipped their studies to come here.
