Nangong Yaoling glanced at Qin Yi and said coldly, "If you have something to say, just say it, don't hold it in..."
Qin Yi chuckled and quickly said, "Young Master, about you and the young mistress, the old man might not know yet. Why don't you cover it up and say it was just the journalists making things up..."
"Cover up my ass!" The usually elegant Nangong Yaoling cursed in anger, "Feihong, that brat, has already told Grandpa everything!"
"What—?" Qin Yi's face turned completely dark.
...
Xia Xiaonuan was lying in bed, about to sleep, when her phone rang.
"Hello..."
"Young mistress... It's Qin Yi..."
She was slightly stunned, then quickly said, "I'm not the young mistress anymore. Don't call me that."'
Qin Yi acknowledged with a sound and said with a smile, "Miss Xia... Could you come out? I'm downstairs at your friend's place."
