Meng Qianqian calmly looked at her, from her appearance, to her attire, and finally to the fingers gripping the handkerchief tightly.
She also glanced at Meng Qianqian once.
Her expression froze momentarily, but she quickly lowered her gaze and brushed past Meng Qianqian, stepping into a carriage parked across from the gambling den.
At that very moment, Yu Li rushed out.
He never expected to run into Meng Qianqian here.
His gaze passed over Meng Qianqian and landed on the carriage that seemed to flee in haste. A surge of guilt and awkwardness seized him.
He didn't know how much of their conversation Meng Qianqian might have overheard, nor how to explain or handle it.
"Cousin, I..."
"Was that my mother?"
Meng Qianqian spoke with a calmness as deep as an ancient well.
