Qin Yu was taken aback. Damn, what was going on? How had he, just by disguising himself randomly, ended up impersonating the Young Master's confidant?
Qin Yu blinked and chuckled awkwardly, "Brother Hui, you look quite pale. What happened?"
"Isn't it because of my stubborn old father? The morsel that was right at his lips he couldn't eat, it's really depressing!"
Qin Yu's eyebrows quirked, it seemed Ziyan was really safe. "That's easy, Brother Hui. Just sneak into Su Ziyan's boudoir quietly, aren't you afraid you won't succeed?"
"Ah, it's not as simple as you think. Come on, let's drink."
After saying that, Yang Hui pulled Qin Yu towards his own courtyard without further ado.
At Yang Hui's command, the maids hurried to prepare the dishes and fine wines.
After entering Yang Hui's courtyard, Qin Yu felt uncomfortable all over, and the looks from the young maids were somewhat strange as well.
