Lu Qing didn't even glance at her, his gaze landed on Qin Miaomiao instead, with a slight frown.
Qin Miaomiao thought he didn't like her being too close to him, so she quickly pushed away from him and stood quietly to the side.
Lu Qing's hand was left empty, the soft and fragrant touch disappeared, leaving him somewhat displeased.
The woman saw Lu Qing wasn't looking at her and couldn't help but speak again:
"Young Master Lu....."
"Get lost."
The sharp reprimand scared her into trembling, and under his cold and intimidating gaze, she didn't dare speak another word. Her face turned pale as she scurried away with her tail between her legs.
Qin Miaomiao, however, chuckled lightly and teased:
"That girl looked decent. Young Master Lu doesn't fancy her?"
"Oh? Mrs. Lu, are you suggesting I should take a liking to her then?"
"That girl's face looks a bit sharp and mean. Her fate probably isn't very favorable."
Hearing her mention this, Lu Qing asked with interest:
