Chai Qin's face immediately turned pale, and she suddenly fell to her knees: "Madam."
"Get up." Yang Ruxin's expression suddenly turned cold.
Chai Qin was startled and looked up in surprise, only to see Gu Qingheng walking in. An indescribable feeling surged in her heart, and her eyes slightly reddened, yet she remained kneeling, unmoving.
Instead, Yang Ruxin took a step back, crossed her arms, and stood there leisurely.
"Xinxin." Gu Qingheng entered the room without glancing at Chai Qin, but instead walked to Yang Ruxin's side, "I've come to help you light the fire."
Yang Ruxin raised an eyebrow slightly.
"What's the matter? Even when I was blind, I could light a fire. Are you doubting me now?" Gu Qingheng chuckled, then went over to take the fire poker, only to find it behind Chai Qin. He gestured for her to hand it over, "Pass it to me."
Chai Qin looked at Gu Qingheng with a face full of grievance: "Young master." Tears fell from her eyes.
