Xia Qingqian bit her lip, her brows furrowing, "Young Master Mu, thank you for helping me with this favor." She couldn't bring herself to thank him for creating the opportunity to gain Beitang Yao's appreciation.
Mu Liubing blinked gently, his gaze falling on Xia Qingqian's face, pale like pure snow. He reached out to lightly pinch her chin, slightly lifting her face to meet his eyes, "You must do something for me..."
His actions made her retreat more, instinctively stepping back two paces to avoid his hand.
"Young Master Mu, is there anything I can help with?" She felt a vague fear, the repeated warnings from the Young Master made her want to avoid any contact with the opposite sex.
Moreover, she really couldn't think of anything Mu Liubing would want from her.
Mu Liubing's hand stayed suspended in midair, watching Xia Qingqian with a meaningful smile that made cold sweat drip down her spine. Moments later, she saw his lips slightly move: "No rush, let's chat first..."
