"She's waiting for you in the living room."
The butler added another sentence, entering from the backyard would inevitably lead past the living room. Thus, it was inevitable that he would encounter Wen Qingqing.
"Uh-huh, I got it."
The man was unabashed, holding her steadily, with no sign of evasion, and continued walking towards the living room.
Qin Mo grabbed his shoulder, "Put me down, please."
What kind of look was this—it appeared particularly intimate between them. Qin Mo's face was flushed, feeling her boundaries being challenged.
Chu Yiqin gave her a cool glance, as if he hadn't heard her, and carried her straight into the living room.
Wen Qingqing had come with a lovingly prepared breakfast, as Qin Mo posed too great a threat to her.
She had to make sure Yiqin noticed her intentions, that woman Qin Mo was nothing but a faded flower, a willow past its prime.
"Yiqin!"