After a while, a round-faced girl dressed in a maid's uniform came over with a glass of juice.
"Third Miss Yun, this is the juice that Eldest Lady Bai asked me to bring to you."
Yun Ran couldn't help but want to laugh; these people really couldn't lie convincingly.
She wasn't a fool. How could anyone expect her to drink an open beverage handed to her by someone she had met for less than an hour without any suspicion?
But now, the persona she had set for herself was that of an easily deceived naive girl. If she didn't give them a chance, how could she take the opportunity to hit them when they're down?
Yun Ran's eyes curved into a smile as she took the juice and even politely thanked the girl.
Others might not smell anything wrong with this juice, but that did not mean that Yun Ran couldn't. She harbored a trace of disgust in her eyes.
This was really a waste – to spoil such nice juice.
