Zhao Rong raised an eyebrow; he glanced sideways at his wife, who seemed somewhat aloof in front of others...
Lingfei's autumn eyes widened.
At the same time, she couldn't help but steal a glance at her husband, seeing him wear an almost-smiling expression.
Lingfei bit her lip and glared at the mischievous maid, "You... you're talking nonsense!"
"I'm talking nonsense? Hmph..." Zhao Qian'er sneered dismissively, turning her head away from the sister who loves to hog love, and instead directed her gaze elsewhere.
Nevertheless, she continued to speak leisurely.
Her voice was as clear and melodious as an oriole.
