Mengluo grew wary. "What are you trying to say?"
Quan Fei smiled. "Since we're friends now, remember to look out for me if you marry the boss someday. Maids like us have no standing, and no one listens to us. It's hard to get by. Without someone backing us, we never feel secure. We're nervous even when we walk. But having someone looking out for us makes all the difference. So I'm betting on you. I'll follow your lead from now on. What do you think?"
Mengluo fell silent.
Quan Fei wheedled, "Please, my dear big sister."
Mengluo's heart softened, and she gave in. "All right."
"Thank you, dear big sister."
Quan Fei beamed.
Mengluo thought, So this is what it feels like to be someone's dear big sister.
She was Minister Shen's dear little sister.
She had never thought much of it before. Now that someone was calling her their dear big sister, she actually got goose bumps. It was a very peculiar feeling.
She got dressed and followed Quan Fei to Ding Ling's bedroom.
Then Quan Fei left. Before leaving, she turned back to remind Mengluo, "Remember to call me if you need anything, dear big sister."
"I will."
Mengluo nodded.
Quan Fei left.
Once Quan Fei was out of sight, Mengluo let out a long breath. Compared with a vixen like Quan Fei, she felt she was still too inexperienced sometimes. She could not turn her charm on and off so effortlessly.
When it comes down to it, I'm just not thick-skinned enough.
No wonder her business had been a complete disaster. She had not earned a penny and had ended up owing Hussain several million instead.
If she had been even a little more thick-skinned, things would never have come to that.
It was precisely because