"Young Master?"
Qin Yuanzheng snapped out of his trance, inwardly chiding himself for getting lost in thought over a woman whose face he had not even fully seen.
If Shushu knew about this, she would probably be heartbroken again... The thought of Zhang Mingshu casts another shadow over his expression.
Gu Shengyin, observing his demeanor, pretended to know nothing. She gently lowered her graceful neck, the skin revealed blushing a seductive pink from shyness, which caused Qin Yuanzheng's heart to flutter once more.
Unable to control his gaze, he looked at the woman before him, pondering deeply what kind of stunning beauty lay behind that veil.
"Young Master, I shall take my leave now," Gu Shengyin said, having accomplished almost all she had intended, and thus she made her departure.