Lu Hechen's gaze settled on Weilan, not speaking directly, but his eyes locked onto Weilan's small face.
Weilan felt a tingling sensation on her scalp from being stared at.
She felt as if she had a premonition—could it be that Lu Hechen already knew?
Seeing Weilan's guard up, Lu Hechen understood it wasn't the right time; Weilan probably had her unspeakable difficulties.
He didn't press her and instead began to smile, "Today someone mentioned that the props and costumes for domestic historical dramas are from Embroidery Workshop, and it suddenly occurred to me. You've opened Embroidery Workshop and have stayed in Jiangnan; perhaps you know a bit about it, so I casually asked."
Weilan's eyes were filled with suspicion; she clearly did not want to bring it up.
After all, her being chosen as a potential heir by Mr. Zhuang was still a highly confidential matter. If people discovered she could be the heir to Embroidery Workshop, the things that might follow...
