Lin Qing took the medicine and then strolled with Song Ci to another clothing shop, before sitting down in a teahouse with a pot of tea and a few small pastries.
"Madam, do you really think that person is suspicious?" Lin Qing handed her a cup of tea.
Song Ci took it and sipped, saying, "If there really is an issue, we're not sure if it's good luck or bad luck for us. We haven't been out for a long time and now we encounter bandits and child kidnappers."
Lin Qing smiled, rare playfulness dancing in her eyes as she winked at her, "You said you wanted to protect me from being kidnapped. Looks like I've dodged a bullet?"
Song Ci forced a smile.
"So, do you think I'm unlucky or have a prophetic mouth?"
Lin Qing: "If it's true, then you're a lucky charm to those children."
Song Ci sighed, "I hope so."
Nearby, Nanny spoke up, "Why does Madam think that person is a kidnapper?"
