The hand with which Second Qin was grasping his brush paused slightly, and he asked without raising his head, "Driven out?"
"Yes." A 27 to 28-year-old man lowered his head as he stood before Second Young Sir Qin's desk, holding his breath as he awaited the second young sir's wrath.
However, the second young sir didn't flare up at all, merely nodding lightly instead. "It was my miscalculation. I didn't expect that she wasn't the least bit curious at all and didn't keep her. She really is a little fellow with no conscience."
"How is it possible for Young Sir to miscalculate." Huang Chong lifted his face and creased his brows as he reported, "Our people had sent Xiang Yuanyuan a secretly-concocted poison pill the day before yesterday. But even until today, Eldest Miss Qiao did not show the slightest inclination of wanting to drive her out. Presumably, she must have been a bit curious."
