How much did she hear? How much did she hear?
Yang Bingqing cursed herself.
Have my skills gotten dusty? I didn't even feel her coming!
She decided to completely ignore the topic and beamed. "What are you doing outside here? I cannot believe that the party is over."
"Ah no. Just like that," she smiled. "But you…"
Yang Bingqing swallowed a gulp.
"Are you hurt somewhere? I saw you rubbing the back of your neck," she asked with concern.
Her brow slightly twitched. "Oh that," she quickly waved her hand in dismissal. "No, no, I am completely fine. It was just out of habit."
"Ah, okay," Jia felt relieved. "I was overthinking then."
She looked at her with teary eyes. She grabbed her hand and burst out with emotions. "You are the only one who cares about me!"
"It's not like that Aunt. Don't Uncle Cheng love you so much?"
