She saw that the wine glass by Nan Sichen's hand was empty, so she hurriedly picked it up and went to refill it for him.
Nan Sichen did not pick up the wine beside him; his gaze was fixed on the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Are you setting up a styling room to impress someone?"
Jiang Mei was taken aback for a moment, then shook her head, "I, I didn't, it's Beibei who..."
"Don't always use the child as an excuse. Beibei is your daughter; of course, she listens to you." Nan Sichen knew everything Beibei said was taught by Jiang Mei. He merely assumed Beibei obeyed her because Jiang Mei was her mommy and never imagined Jiang Mei would hit Beibei, much less use her sharp nails to pinch her own daughter.
"I..." Jiang Mei didn't expect Nan Sichen to see through her, leaving her momentarily speechless.
"Are you doing this for Qin Yin?" Nan Sichen quietly stared at her, his gaze deep and piercing as if trying to see right through her.
