She subconsciously looked at Yao Qing, unsure of what expression she hoped to find on her face.
But Yao Qing always kept her emotions under control, her expression hardly varied, as she calmly watched everything here.
The woman bit her teeth.
"Actually, I was just cooking and realized that I had run out of seasonings at home. Since we live so close, I thought I'd come over to Yanshen's place to borrow some seasonings or whatever."
"But I didn't expect anyone to be at Yanshen's. I'm really sorry. We're all neighbors, so it would have been inevitable to meet sooner or later. You're... not upset, are you?"
Yanshen's furrowed brows seemed to tighten ever since she entered and never relaxed.
"I do mind," he said coldly, before Yao Qing could even speak, spitting out two words, "So, can you leave now?"
The woman turned pale.
