"Miss Yu, where are you rushing off to?"
"..." Meimei lifted her head, meeting her haughty gaze, her brow furrowed tightly.
She tried to withdraw her hand, but Zhong Qing refused to let go.
"Actually, you shouldn't take their words to heart. After all, others don't know, but you are clear that Mr. Tingye should only have a sibling-like bond with you. As long as you keep your distance from him, naturally nobody will gossip."
Zhong Qing watched her stunned expression, the smile on her lips growing more pronounced.
"I remember the last time you came to the manor; you were Young Master Jiang Nan's date. If you get entangled with Mr. Tingye again, what will the outside world say about you, and how will they talk about Mr. Tingye?"
"Tingye and I aren't siblings; we are not related by blood!" Meimei instinctively retorted.
