The little maid subconsciously hid behind her, and the note in her hand was accidentally exposed.
Xu Ang continued to ask: "What is that?"
As he said that, he reached out his hand to get it.
The little maid turned pale with fright and suddenly knelt on the ground.
Zhong Qing tilted her head, glanced at Yi Jian, and found that the man was a little careless. She bit her lip gently with her white teeth, then stood up and walked towards the place where the little maid was kneeling.
Yi Jian slowly raised her head, and Xu Ang noticed it. How could he not know? He looked at her graceful back and pursed his lips slightly.
Zhongqing took a step ahead of Xu Ang, bent down, and took the tea cup from the maid's hand. Along with it, the note was hooked into the palm of her hand. Then, she smiled softly and put the scented tea on the table.
He took a deep breath from his nose and returned to his seat as if nothing had happened.
She was very calm, with a fresh and gentle smile on her face, her eyelashes trembling slightly, her slender fingers holding the tea cup, trembling slightly, she took a sip of tea, and then glanced at the kneeling person beside her.
The little maid turned her head and smiled quietly at Yi Jian: "This scented tea is quite delicious."
Yi Jian didn't say a word. He took the scene just now and completely caught it in his eyes. He didn't look at Zhong Qing, but always stared at the little maid's hand.
Xu Ang couldn't hold it in any longer. He looked at Zhong Qing and wanted to expose these things, "Miss Zhong...just now, did you ever..."
Only then did Yi Jian talk about her body. She sat upright lazily and slowly, glanced sideways at Xu Ang, and said softly, "Go down."
Xu Ang's expression became a little stiff. He glared at Zhongqing fiercely, his chest heaved violently several times, his hands clenched into fists, but in the end he smiled, turned around, and walked out angrily.
Only then did Yi Jian retract her gaze, pretending that nothing happened, and looked at Zhong Qing quietly.
His eyes seemed to be stained by an extremely beautiful stream of light, swaying slightly, and there was a bit of charm.
Zhongqing didn't look at Yi Jian, she just lowered her head and drank tea. If he didn't say anything, she just pretended that he didn't know anything.
After supper, Zhongqing made an excuse and went upstairs.
