Qin Miaomiao was unusually cooperative this time. Watching the backs of the two leaving, Lu Lu felt both jealous and furious.
Lin Yushi, naturally perceptive, eagerly seized the chance to stir the pot:
"Lu Lu, I think Emperor Rong and your sister-in-law are acting suspiciously. He's so indifferent to us, but with your sister-in-law, he's overly close."
"Close? So what? He still has to call her Aunt."
Lin Yushi adopted a deeply worried expression: "But they're not real relatives. Emperor Rong is so handsome, his acting skills are incredible—he's practically the nation's heartthrob. What woman could possibly resist his charm?"
The supposed family connection with Rong Lan had always been a sore spot for Lu Lu. This remark stabbed right at her insecurities, making her feel even worse.
Just as she was about to go trouble Qin Miaomiao, Little second inexplicably appeared before her, like a wall blocking her way.
"Move!"
