Qin Yu's brain was very sharp, and after gauging Miss Ling Yun's expressions, despite the latter's high rank, she still detected a certain... subtlety.
This woman had her suspicions.
Suspecting she wasn't Young Master Xiao Yu? Suspecting she wasn't a man? Suspecting she was Mrs. Huang?
The difference in their ranks meant there wasn't much that could be discerned at a glance, which was frustrating. Having not been in contact with this woman for a long time, Qin Yu couldn't be certain, but she had a premonition that if things went awry with Miss Ling Yun, she'd usually not care, but now that she was at Qinghuang Mountain and had her own plans, any slip-up could mean all her efforts were in vain.
Jiaojiao agreed, so she immediately said, "What are we waiting for, let's go!"
Go? Go where? Every time I get involved with somebody, you scream bloody murder as if your father had died. Now here you are doing this again—are you kidding me?
