"You, leave now." Xiao Pingfeng pushed the nanny away.
Reluctantly, the nanny looked back three times with every step she took, her eyes full of worry for the future. When her gaze fell upon Yan Wanqing, she suddenly realized that Yan Wanqing was also looking at her.
Those peach blossom-like eyes were cold and piercing, as if stripping her bare and throwing her into a pool in the dead of winter, chilling her to the bone.
It felt as if everything she did was transparent in front of this person.
Not only had Yan Wanqing returned, but she had also become even more formidable.
The nanny dared not linger any longer and left straightaway, closing the curtains behind her.
The wind and rain could no longer drift in.
Xiao Pingfeng let out a heavy sigh, "She's gone; you can put that down now."
Yan Wanqing tossed the candlestick onto the ground, her feet were cold, but she had no intention of putting on her shoes completely.
