Jun Moqing saw her and didn't seem surprised, more like it was expected.
Shen Chuwei stood up, watched the man walk past her, then sat on the couch, and questioned, "My mung bean ice cream, was it you who hid it?"
Jun Moqing said indifferently, "Hmm."
Shen Chuwei, seeing his justified and composed manner, couldn't help feeling a bit angry.
"What right do you have to hide my mung bean ice cream?"
Xue Huai brought a fresh pot of tea in front of the master before retreating.
Jun Moqing picked up the teacup, glanced at the huffy little Chuwei, "This is the only way to deal with a child who lies."
Shen Chuwei felt both angry and wronged, "That mung bean ice cream was mine, not yours, what right do you have to hide my things?"
The palace maid took the master's hand, leaned close to her ear, and whispered a reminder, "Master, don't be angry, we still don't know who he is, in case he's an important figure, it won't be good if we offend him."
