Ling Qingyu wiped off the imaginary cold sweat dripping above her forehead. Although Yang Qingyue asked in a teasing tone, she dared not take it lightly.
Her reply determined her future love life. Before she came up with a good answer, she must delay as much as possible.
"What's wrong with Sister Zhao? She's my secretary and a close confidante." Ling Qingyu pretended not to know. "She is my greatest help and my big sister too. Without her, I might not be where I am."
Yang Qingyue folded her arms. "I'm just asking your thoughts about her. Why do you blurt out so many things, huh?"
Ling Qingyu cleared her throat in a guilty conscience. "Ah! So, what do you want to know?"
"You know what I want to know." Yang Qingyue replied, her eyes narrowed.
Could you please stop looking at me like this, the baby is getting scared. Ling Qingyu lamented bitterly.
