"Why?" Bu Qingqing really couldn't understand, "Young Master, haven't you already fallen in love with the Young Mistress? Why do you want a divorce? Is there something wrong with the Young Mistress? But I think the Young Mistress and you are a match made in heaven!"
Pausing for a moment, Bu Qingqing burst out, "I'm not afraid to tell you, I never had a good feeling about you and Sisi being together.
Now that Sisi is dead, I have no reservations, and I'm not afraid even if you get angry and punish me. I just don't want to see you divorce the Young Mistress!"
Qiao Chengxun's brows furrowed, his narrow and delicate, slightly feminine black pupils were like those of a devil, staring emotionlessly at Bu Qingqing's face that knew not whether it was alive or dead.
Bu Qingqing might be the boldest girl in the world, speaking her mind for the happiness of her two masters, even if it meant facing death at the hands of the Young Master today.