Lin Jiaojiao didn't hesitate to compare and, after taking a sip of water from the cup, she readily admitted: "We'll decide later when it's darker."
Yan Sihan had known she would make arrangements, so he wasn't worried at this point.
He had spent the whole day in the palace but had found no clues, and the theft of the Purple Jade Guanyin was indeed his responsibility as the Regent King.
"Jiaojiao, come here." He beckoned to the girl who looked slightly discomposed.
Having finished discussing the matter, Lin Jiaojiao did not refuse. She walked straight up to the man, and without waiting for him to do anything, she voluntarily nestled into his arms.
She looked like a cat that had just been ruffled.
"Are you angry?" The man lowered his voice, gently and reassuringly coaxing her.
Lin Jiaojiao was taken aback before realizing what he meant. She stared at him: "Prince, aren't you worried?"
