Ai Qinglan had recently begun to feel that something was a little strange.
Mao Zimiao and Chen Youjia seemed to have grown closer lately.
For example, Chen Youjia, who normally walked around lost in thought and never greeted anyone, would now occasionally stiffen her face and nod when she saw Mao Zimiao. And Mao Zimiao would sometimes seek Chen Youjia out when she had nothing to do, just to greet her and chat.
Infinite Heavenly Worthy, was there anything more absurd in this world?
Absolutely not!
Others might not know what relationship those two had, but she, Ai Qinglan, knew it like the back of her hand...
Ai Qinglan felt that it was necessary for her to concern herself with the private lives of her collaborator and employee.
Thus, one day, she picked a time when Chen Youjia was alone in the study, walked up to her, and knocked on the desk. "Jia? Little Jia?"
Chen Youjia blankly raised her head, pulling her gaze away from her book. A piece of dried fish still hung from her mouth. "Hm?"
Ai Qinglan blinked. "You've... gotten along quite well with A-Miao lately?"
"Mm... mm-hm... We can talk now..." Chen Youjia blinked as well. She swallowed the dried fish, then said, "We can talk... mm... mm-hm... that is..."
"The snacks you're eating now were sent by her too, right?"
"Mm... mm-hm..." A trace of embarrassment appeared on Chen Youjia's face. "It was hard to refuse such warm hospitality... something like that..."
Ai Qinglan wore an expression of frustration at her failure to forge steel from iron. "Girl, what exactly are you doing?"
"What do you mean, what am I doing?"
Ai Qinglan stared at Chen Youjia. "The matter with Wang Qi... weren't you supposed to tell her?"
"Wuwuwu..." Chen Youjia suddenly stood up,