'Daiyu....' Hua Fan stiffens and felt that uncomfortable feeling in her heart rises once more, like a rebellious spirit that had possessed her very being. Her expression went stiff, her brows drawn and her lips thin slightly drawing her bodyguard and Zhong Zemin's concern in a heartbeat. "What's wrong?" "Mistress." Hé Hui-ying was frowning, she had never seen this kind of stiff and uncomfortable expression on the calm young woman before. Usually, Zhou Hua Fan only shows a confident smile or sarcastic sneer, but right now her mistress looked...troubled?