The maid pointed to the tip of her own nose in confusion, "Miss Qiao, are you calling me?"
"Yes, you~come here~"
The maid scurried forward, "Miss Qiao, did you need me?"
"Come, pour me a glass of water."
The maid looked on guard, never expecting such a simple task.
She immediately responded cheerfully, "Alright, I'll pour it for you right away."
As the maid bent over to pour the water, Qiao An stretched out her hand and slipped a black hairpin from her head, then pretended as if nothing happened and hid it under the cushion.
"Miss Qiao, your water."
"I don't want to drink it now, just put it there."
The servant was puzzled, "Oh, okay."
After the doctor completed his examination and confirmed there was nothing seriously wrong with her, he gave some admonitions before leaving with his medical kit.
Qiao An pulled out the black hairpin from under the cushion, her beautiful lips curling into a smirk. Did they really think such a trivial thing could hold her?
