"One should never be without the means to guard themselves against others, and I just can't trust you." Chiyo Ito leaned back on the sofa, her hand tightly protecting her stomach as if it were her lifesaver.
"If you really are that scared, you should've stayed in Japan to nurture your pregnancy. What could be more important than your own child?" Qin Youxuan picked up a glass of juice, sipped lightly, and slightly furrowed her brows.
"Madam, is it not to your liking?" the butler asked diligently.
"No, it's nothing, I just rarely drink juice at this hour. I suddenly realized the juice has turned sour." Qin Youxuan put down the glass, smiled faintly, and said, "No wonder Miss Ito doesn't like it."
"..."
Chiyo Ito had never dealt with Qin Youxuan alone and had no idea whether she genuinely didn't care or had some scheme in mind.
The frail figure sat properly on the sofa, constantly glancing toward the door.
"Has Hanjie not come back yet?" Qin Youxuan asked softly.
