Soon, the two of them arrived at the entrance of the bookroom. The servant opened the door, and Jiang Li along with Ji Heng entered.
The bookroom still looked familiar to Jiang Li, with its stark black and white austerity, which didn't seem to suit Ji Heng's appearance, but somehow, it felt fitting. His inner self was exactly like that: decisive, straightforward, neatly black and white.
Ji Heng walked to the desk, poured a cup of tea for Jiang Li, and then one for himself. Jiang Li noticed that no matter when she visited the Duke Residence, the teapot in Ji Heng's bookroom always contained warm tea.
This perhaps revealed his nature: always prepared for anything.
Jiang Li sat down at his desk.
"Two pieces of news," Ji Heng said, "One good, one bad. Which do you want to hear first?"
For a moment, Jiang Li was taken aback.
In the past, Xue Zhao loved to tease her the same way, saying, "Two pieces of news, one good and one bad, which would you like to hear first?"
