Su Jin and Xingxing walked out of the study.
They saw a maid carrying Liao Xue out.
Liao Xue was soaking wet.
Qu Qingqing's skirt was slightly splashed, but her expression was normal.
Su Jin, "..."
Xingxing, "..."
"Is she really that unlucky?" Xingxing said sympathetically.
"..."
"Did you foresee this?" Su Jin smirked.
"Yes, when she was glaring at you in the Old Madam's room, I felt she would be unlucky," Xingxing said.
"..."
"I was afraid she would have a conflict with you, and it would be too tragic, so I dug a trap to block her outside the door."
"..."
"I already used the smallest wooden bucket and stick."
Su Jin squinted at Xingxing, "There's a hint of kindness in your tone."
Xingxing, "..."
She's always been kind.
"I already told the gatekeeping maid there was a trap inside. If she didn't go in, nothing would happen," Xingxing said.
"..."
"You dug a trap, and you told others you dug a trap?" Su Jin's mouth twitched.
