After hanging up the phone, Yun Ya furrowed her brows in contemplation. Ning Zijin had informed her that Ye Xiaoxiao might act against her.
She had never underestimated this woman. In fact, the reason she helped Ning Zijin in the past was partly for Zihuan, and partly because she anticipated a day like today.
If it weren't for Ning Zijin's reminder, she might have really forgotten about this woman, Ye Xiaoxiao.
However, with no reliable personnel in the Capital City, she found herself in a passive position. With Mingyue by her side, she wasn't overly worried.
"Miss, Third Lady is here," Ah Yun said from outside the door.
Yun Ya put down her brush and let the ink dry. Just as she stood up, Zhuang Xiyue walked in.
"Yun Ya, what are you busy with?"
"Nothing much, just practicing calligraphy," Yun Ya replied with an air of nonchalance.
Zhuang Xiyue glanced at what lay behind her, unable to contain her surprise, and walked closer for a look: "Such beautiful script."
