As soon as the car left the villa, Chen Jin couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Liu, what did that woman want with Miss Mo?"
Uncle Liu chuckled, "These are things we servants would not know."
Chen Jin's face showed a trace of awkwardness.
In fact, she knew that the servants who walked around the villa every day must know everything about their masters.
The reason they kept silent was simply to guard against outsiders.
Yes, outsiders.
After all, she was an outsider.
Chen Jin lowered her head, repeatedly reminding herself inwardly, not to be nosy, not to overthink, and certainly not to overstep.
**
The toasty living room was brightly lit like daylight.
The expensive crystal chandeliers cast a radiant glow on the room, making Mo Weiyi's pretty little face look as smooth and delicate as a peeled boiled egg.
Hearing footsteps, Mo Weiyi turned around.
She was a little startled when she saw Xiao Zhiwei.
