The expression and tone of her own young lady made Little Qian'er shrink her head involuntarily.
But after a quick thought, she nodded.
Indicating full approval.
As the 'fake fox spirit' used by Rong'er brother to test the young lady's reaction to entry-level matters, the fact that the young lady nodded slightly, agreeing to let her in with one foot, she owes endless gratitude, feeling thankful and indebted to the young lady.
To put it more harshly, for someone of her status from a mortal dynasty at the foot of the mountain, being able to step half a foot into this 'currently four-member household' and become the young lady's maid is already akin to a carp leaping over the Dragon Gate.
What?
Asking why?
Because the young lady is called Lingfei Zhao.
Lingfei Zhao of the Du You City, Taiching Four Mansions.
At this moment, Zhao Rong returned from the back kitchen.
The two girls also stopped their conversation in time.
"Qing Jun, Qian'er, what are you chatting about?"
