As Miss Aqing bowed and performed the servant's etiquette, her fingers grasped her jet-black hair, curling it around her wrist to form a flower.
With one hand stabilizing the hem of her skirt and lifting it slightly, the smile at the corner of her mouth radiated a spring-like charm, a sight that would surely plant a Heart Demon in any member of the Demon Sect who saw it.
Blame everything on Shi Qingjun.
It's nothing to do with Miss Aqing.
Miss Aqing thought this way... Although she performed the etiquette, she did not want the young master to think she was servile when facing Shi Qingjun. In this world, the only ones who could make her bow her head, besides the young master and Miss Yun, were... the direct supervisor at the Flower Moon Building responsible for distributing her monthly salary.
"...Tsk."
Aqing sighed helplessly.
It seems that I'm not really that accomplished, to actually 'fear' the supervisor.
She smiled.
