Xia Mang looked at Shi Qingxue and asked hesitantly, “My Lady, did you hear what they said?”

Shi Qingxue stopped packing up and then looked back in confusion. “What’s wrong?”

Xia Mang’s expression darkened at once, and she replied cautiously, as she was afraid that Shi Qingxue would be irritated. “You... In fact, there is nothing. You are nice, nice, so...”

Xia Mang said vaguely, and Shi Qingxue listened with ...