Mu Yin paused, frozen.
Seeing Tang Qingyue's smile, something seemed to sting her heart, and the sweetness that intertwined at the bottom of her heart was instantly replaced by bitterness that spread across her lips.
She almost forgot, Tang Qingyue was his true fiancée.
She had only borrowed her identity to handle things before, never expecting to fall for him...
Would that be considered usurping the nest?
"Young Master? Young Master, what's wrong?" After calling out several times with no response, Chi Ying had to push her shoulder.
"Hmm?" Mu Yin quickly gathered her wits and looked at them confusedly.
"Are you not feeling well, you seem absent-minded?" Seeing her dazed expression, Chi Ying worriedly reached out to feel her forehead.
"It's nothing, maybe I just didn't rest well. What were we talking about?" Mu Yin dodged her hand and asked with a calm and steady voice.
