Wong Qiao, upon hearing Ye Xinyan's question, smiled and raised a roll of paper in his hand, saying, "I'm going to double-check the space for the dairy workshop. What's up with you? Why are you standing here daydreaming? Have you encountered some difficulty?"
Ye Xinyan's heart skipped a beat, indeed she had encountered a difficulty. Rather than mulling over it alone here, it would be better to ask directly and make a clean break of it.
She glanced over Wong Qiao and those from Anshun's Household, then said to the latter, "Nanny Qiao, I have something I need to discuss with Wong Qiao alone."
The scrutinizing gaze of someone from Anshun's Household lingered on Wong Qiao for a moment, the inspection quite evident; it made Wong Qiao feel somewhat uncomfortable. He said, "Is there really something wrong? It's not convenient here, shall we go back and talk?"
