Granny Gao was celebrating her seventieth birthday this weekend, and the Zhus were invited.
Lin Qing had been feeling unwell lately, but it would be impolite not to attend Granny Gao's birthday feast. So, she had designers make custom dresses for Ming Jing and Zhu Xiangxiang early on.
"Mom, I won't go to the birthday feast; let Ming Jing go instead."
Lin Qing frowned and glanced at Zhu Xiangxiang: "Why? Are you feeling unwell?"
"No, I'm afraid of what happened at the welcome banquet last time..."
Lin Qing waved her hand: "That's already in the past. Don't mention it again. Just get ready."
She left without listening to Zhu Xiangxiang's explanation.
If they only brought Ming Jing without Zhu Xiangxiang, who knows what kind of nasty rumors those gossipmongers would come up with.
Zhu Xiangxiang looked at Lin Qing's retreating figure and subtly curled her lips upward.
As soon as she returned to her room, Zhou Ling called: "Did you find the person I asked you to look for?"
