Upon hearing Shiyi's words, Lin Jiaojiao, who had initially looked away, slightly paused and looked back at Shiyi with a furrowed brow, asking curiously, "What woman?"
Now, it was Lin Jiaojiao's turn to feel somewhat baffled in her heart.
"Princess Duan," Shiyi clarified the name.
Upon hearing this, Lin Jiaojiao immediately shook her head. What did this have to do with her looking at Shiyi and Lin Qinghua?
She was merely troubled by some issues, especially the fact that Shiyi was one of Yan Sihan's men.
She carefully examined the cold, black iron mask on Shiyi's face. After a moment of contemplation, her eyes lit up, and she promptly said, "Shiyi, come in with the Princess."
The weather outside was indeed freezing cold, and she felt cold herself. She wondered how Yan Sihan was doing with the disaster relief in Southern Mountain. Even in the mansion, the cold seemed to pierce their hearts, let alone outside.
