Qinghe bit her lip, "Xi'er sleeps lightly, and she'll wake up in a little while. If she doesn't see me, she'll cry again, I better stay in the room to take care of the child, and not go out."
Muniang gave her a sidelong glance, "Do I not know whether Xi'er sleeps lightly or not?"
Qinghe offered a defeated smile, "I really can't lie to you, how come I can't hide anything from you."
Muniang looked at Qinghe's unusual demeanor and somehow came up with an answer in her heart, "What is really going on with you? The craftsmen are led by Zeng Gang's team, they are all acquaintances, and Zeng Gang is also Xi'er's uncle. Why do you seem so reluctant to meet people?"
Muniang deliberately brought up Zeng Gang to observe Qinghe's reaction carefully.
Indeed, Qinghe's face became visibly uneasy, stammering, "You—you just take care of them."
"Do you know that Zeng Gang is interested in you?"
