Lin Qing hurried out, bumping into Ming Jing who was about to go downstairs.
"Ming Jing."
Ming Jing stopped in her tracks, silently observing her.
Lin Qing took a deep breath. With no makeup on, she looked somewhat haggard, less sharp and more gentle than usual.
She glanced downstairs and mournfully said, "I wronged you before, and I apologize. I don't expect your forgiveness, but could you please save Shaodan for the sake of him being your sibling? You're the only one who can save him now. As long as you rescue Shaodan, I promise I will never scold you again and treat you doubly well."
As she said this, she tried to kneel down. Uncle Wen cried out in alarm behind her, "Madam...".
Ming Jing silently watched her.
As Lin Qing began to kneel, she saw that Ming Jing remained indifferent. She hesitated, unsure whether to kneel or not.
When she glanced up, the young girl looked back at her with quiet, dark, mysterious, and dangerous eyes, like an ancient well.
