"You lecher, what are you doing here?!"
Lin Qinqin's eyes widened as she stared suspiciously at the oddly behaving, furtive man before her-Ying Ming Hao-and wondered to herself:
What exactly is this fellow scheming? Looking so secretive... is he planning something that can't bear the light of day?
"Shh! Keep your voice down! Don't let anyone hear!"
Ying Ming Hao turned around in a panic, nervously raising an index finger to his lips for silence while glancing every which way. He looked exactly like a little mouse caught stealing food, his guilty conscience plain for all to see.
The sight left Lin Qinqin utterly bewildered.
Despite her confusion, her curiosity about the unknown got the better of her. She obediently closed her mouth and tiptoed toward Ying Ming Hao, hoping to find out what was going on.
Ying Ming Hao seemed to have been completely immersed in his own world just moments earlier, utterly unaware of Lin Qinqin's approach.
He abruptly whipped his head back around, his eyes darting left and right, yet he failed to spot a single soul.
Seeing no one around, Ying Ming Hao began to grow restless, a fine layer of sweat breaking out on his forehead.
Just then, however, something unexpected happened-at some point, that terrifying Great Emperor expert, Steward Jin, had silently appeared behind the shelves.
She was now watching Ying Ming Hao with a smile through the gaps between the densely stacked goods, a barely perceptible hint of mockery on her face.
The sudden turn caught Ying Ming Hao completely off guard. He froze as though struck by lightning, every hair on his body standing on end as a chill shot from his spine straight to his scalp.
*So she'd seen through everything from the start and deliberately turned a blind eye,