"I feel like serving Miss Zhu is even harder than serving Mr. Zhu. With him, you can at least tell whether he's happy or not, but with her, you can't tell at all. The gentler her smile, the more I get creeped out, don't know why."
Sun Yuan's heart trembled, "It does sound terrifying the way you put it, but I'll just have to face it."
Ding Wei patted her shoulder: "Good luck."
With a determined mindset, Sun Yuan walked over to Ming Jing, who was chatting with old Zhang. Ming Jing appeared to be a gentle and dignified lady of a respectable family.
"Miss Zhu...," Sun Yuan began.
Ming Jing looked up at her.
At that moment, Sun Yuan was almost blinded by Ming Jing's incredible beauty.
"Do you need something?" The young girl's gentle smile was like a warm breeze in April, and her eyes shone brightly.
