Old Master An looked at him suspiciously, then turned to Jian Qing, "How come I haven't heard you mention before, you also know Yixuan and them?"
"Mmm." Jian Qing nodded.
Old Master An suddenly remembered something and asked tentatively, "Are you also familiar with that Jingwu kid?"
Uncle Qiu covered his eyes in embarrassment. My lord, one minute it was Quan Er who was addressed as Mingxuan, and the next minute when it came to Lord Jing, he was referred to as that kid with his grandfather right there.
Jian Qing twitched the corner of her mouth imperceptibly and nodded again.
With each nod of her head, Old Master An began to feel increasingly that something was not right. He could understand her being familiar with Mingxuan and the others, but it was strange that she was also familiar with that icy kid Jingwu.
That kid he watched grow up, he was so cold, how could he possibly become so easily acquainted with someone, let alone a woman.
That was awfully strange.
