Rhee lifted his gaze at Song Xirou, who was sitting across from him, a hint of curiosity in his beautiful eyes. Although Song Xirou had bravely offered herself as a hostage on the hillside, Rhee always felt something was off, but couldn't put it into words.
"Master, someone has sent a package. They said it's for Miss Jian." The butler walked in, carrying a shopping bag in his hand.
Quan Yifei recognized the shopping bag in her hand at a glance. It bore the logo of the March Boutique.
"Give it to me; it should be Jian Qing's clothes." She stood up and took the bag from the butler.
"Eh, isn't this a March Boutique bag?" Song Xirou glanced at the shopping bag in Quan Yifei's hand and asked softly.
Most of the wealthy, high-society ladies in Beijing would have heard of the March Boutique. As far as she knew, they didn't offer home delivery.
Furthermore, the clothes from the March Boutique could not be bought simply with money. Could they have been bought by Jingwu for Jian Qing?
