Luo Qingli rubbed her nose, "Who's bad-mouthing me behind my back?"
"Jinjin, what are you mumbling about to yourself?" Ever since the first time Ye Qingyu called Luo Qingli Jinjin, she hadn't changed how she addressed her. After all, she got used to it, and Luo Qingli was indeed a year older than her.
"Nothing." Luo Qingli had just heard that Ye Xiangwan was going on a business trip today and wouldn't be returning. She was now thinking about whether she could make a move tonight.
She glanced at Ye Qingyu. Over the past few days of hanging out with her everywhere, she'd developed a little bit of affection. If Ye Qingyu found out she moved into her house with a purpose, she wondered if she'd hate her for it.
Luo Qingli felt she was being too much of a woman, hesitant and indecisive, and actually, someone like her wasn't suited for this line of work.
