Jing Luo stared at the sudden appearance of Yu Zhizhi, with a face that practically screamed a giant question mark. How on earth had this green tea bitch managed to follow him here?
If anyone tried to tell Jing Luo that Yu Zhizhi was not here on purpose, he would rather die than believe it.
Just look at her plain, modest attire. Even her usually arrogant and overbearing little maid was dressed in a remarkably similar, demure fashion. Master and servant, no matter how one looked at them, both projected the image of sweet and innocent maidens.
Chapter 225