Liu Mianmian lifted her eyelids, glancing at the two people collaborating in front of her.
She sighed internally.
No wonder over the years, the Uncle Residence in Rong City has almost made no sound in the court, and now it's becoming more and more marginalized.
With such a person as the head mistress, it's a wonder this residence can hold up!
She wore a veil for convenience, and also because of Liu Xinghe's earlier reminder.
Unexpectedly, it led to constant suspicion.
Thinking for a moment, she hesitated for a second or two. Lun Yiyi seized the opportunity, her eyes filled with malice: "Liu GuGu always refuses to take off her veil; it must be because her face is covered in red bumps!"
Liu Mianmian paused her hand just as it was about to reach out.
Her heart skipped a beat.
Judging by Lun Yiyi's confident tone, it was as if she had seen the bumps on her face with her own eyes.
But how could she know?
I've never left the house, haven't even crossed the second gate.
