Ye Zhi felt something was off about those words, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.
Incest?
Being with her little nephew is incest?
It felt strange.
Shaking her head to clear the odd emotions from her mind, she spoke loudly: "How's your sweetheart's injury doing now? I see he's staying in your Qiushui Courtyard all day. Neither married nor unmarried, and he won't move out when you ask him to, saying it's convenient to take care of the Master. I think it's just that you can't bear to leave him."
The maid, whose mind was seen through, put down the fruits, fidgeting and not speaking.
Xiao Ah Che rarely teased: "Is Aunt Ming Yan shy?"
The other person responded in a small voice with two words: "No."
Clearly showing a shy demeanor, two peach-colored blushes rose to her cheeks.
The people inside the room...
The little girl's thoughts were obvious, wishing to tear Master Zhi Chen apart, everyone knew her heart, there's no way to hide it.
