The maid, upon seeing Auntie Li's discontent and noticing the young mistress had returned, quickly said, "Miss Xiaolei, please go upstairs. The bathwater is ready."
Only then did Xiaolei withdraw and refrained from continuing any overly affectionate behavior.
After all, her purpose for asking her cousin to accompany her to the interview tomorrow had been achieved. She pursed her lips slightly, showing a hint of smugness, and followed the maid upstairs.
Jiayi pretended not to see Xiaolei's coquettish behavior toward a certain someone, quietly took off the man's suit jacket, placed it on the sofa, and when she lifted her head for a moment, she met the man on the sofa's deep and cold gaze, causing an inexplicable thumping in her chest.
What had seemed inconsequential in the pitch-dark courtyard felt utterly embarrassing now, under the bright lights indoors.
What on earth had she done!
Since when had she become such a person?