"Go."
She turned and left the garden.
Lai Qinghuan's heart pounded wildly—for the first time, he had spoken to her with such a gentle voice.
She could feel a trace of warmth from his eyes.
If there were no Qiao An, no Little Nuomi, who he would like was still uncertain.
Ultimately, the event from three years ago really played into Qiao An's hands!
Returning to the West Wing, she asked the staff where Qiao An was.
"Miss Lai, Miss Qiao is at the swimming pool, please... be careful." The servant trembled.
Lai Qinghuan guessed that Qiao An must have done something crazy again, which is why the servant was so frightened.
"I will, thank you."
"You're welcome, Miss Lai. If there's any trouble later, please remember to call us, and be sure to look after yourself."
The servant seemed anxious in their reminders. Lai Qinghuan smiled and thanked them before turning to leave.
On the poolside, there were puddles of water.
