Luo Youyou was inwardly complaining again, how could Mo Jingyan's home and his courtyard be so complicated?
Wasn't it his people?
Those two women were up to no good.
"Guest, where do you come from? Are you our heir's girlfriend?"
The two realized this woman was impervious to their probing, felt anxious inside, but couldn't let her notice, much less make her drink that cup of tea.
So the one washing fruit started inquiring about Luo Youyou's background.
She certainly wasn't the heir's person, she was bought out by someone, someone from another organization, merely here for some purpose.
"Guest, you are so beautiful, are you our heir's girlfriend? Do you know many people like our heir?"
The one making tea, speaking with a bit of gritted teeth.
The reason for the frustration was surely the things they wanted to do but couldn't execute.
"About my origins, you should ask your heir. If he says it's okay to tell, then it's okay; if not, then it's not."
