Seeing that Qin Yu seemed a little unhappy, the young maid pursed her lips in a smile, then quickly called out to him, "Mr. Qin, you've misunderstood our young lady."
"Hm? How so?" Qin Yu stopped in his tracks and turned back to look at the young maid.
A flicker of sympathy crossed the maid's face, "Mr. Qin, ever since the day our young lady was born, her mind hasn't been very sharp."
"Don't joke with me, okay? How could Miss Mo's mind not be sharp when she can play such stunningly beautiful music on the piano?"
"Mr. Qin, listen to me, while our young lady can indeed play beautiful music, her IQ in other areas doesn't even match that of a two-year-old child. Just take a look."
The young maid stepped forward, helped the girl up, and slowly turned her around.
Qin Yu stared unblinkingly at the girl, and when he saw her face, he couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air!
Heavens! How can someone look so... artistically endowed?
