Lingfei's voice was faint, like the buzz of a mosquito.
Then, the blush on her pretty face gradually faded away, leaving only her lips bitten as tenderly red as cherries.
She paused for a moment and regained some of her previous cold demeanor, like a pristine Qinglian, untouchable and stern.
However, at a certain moment, the cold Lingfei couldn't help but lift her eyes and study her husband intently.
Was this an excuse or did he really mean it... did he not like it?
Next to her, Zhao Qian'er saw this and eyed Zhao Rong with suspicion.
With her intuition and knowing her mistress well, she could be sure whether there was something fishy going on.
But whether it was a one-sided trickery by the mistress or a complicit trickery together with Rong'er...
Zhao Qian'er was somewhat uncertain for a moment.
Rong'er, did you really think the mistress accidentally mixed it in?
At this moment.
