As Dongbao shoveled food into his mouth, he kept glancing at Han Jing occasionally, finally unable to hold back and asked, "Miss, even though that person definitely doesn't have good intentions, don't you want to know anything about your biological parents? How can you... be so calm?"
Lately, Dongbao felt that their Miss had matured too quickly, transforming suddenly from a simple-minded, impulsive little girl into... well, someone who instinctively inspires trust and submission. Even though she could accept that Miss had brushed against the gates of hell, coming back with a clear mind, the leap seemed too great, didn't it?
Han Jing lazily glanced at her, "Why should I know anything about my biological parents? Does it matter?"
The three maids, including the newly arrived Aunt Qin...
Four pairs of eyes all looked at Han Jing, slightly unable to comprehend their Miss's completely indifferent attitude.
