Zhao Ya's eyes narrowed slightly as she once again scrutinized her daughter.
Her expression was one of exhaustion mixed with satisfaction. Her cheeks were faintly flushed, and she had a healthy glow about her.
Most importantly, there was a strange trace at the corner of her mouth, like a sheen of oil, reflecting an alluring luster under the light.
Clearly, Ping had been up to something strange.
Although Zhao Ya didn't know the specifics, she knew her daughter well enough to understand the meaning behind some of her subtle actions.
For example, the way she subconsciously rubbed her left index finger with her right hand was a tell-tale sign of a guilty conscience.
Zhao Ya questioned her in a stern voice.
"Did you really just go see Shen off?"
"Yeah."
Lin Ping mumbled, not daring to meet Zhao Ya's gaze.
"What else would I be doing...?"
"It took you a whole hour just to see him off?"
Zhao Ya pointed at the clock on the wall, her brow furrowed slightly.
