Xi Meng listened to their questions and shook her head helplessly: "Sometimes what you see with your eyes might not be the truth. Mu always has deep thoughts, can we really, as his subordinates, grasp them?"
The three girls exchanged glances, becoming even more curious.
"But you're always around the boss, haven't you noticed anything at all?"
"It's not that I haven't noticed anything at all. For instance, the other day when Miss Chen brought pastries to Mu, he ate one in front of her, but after she left, he gave the rest to me."
Xi Meng thought for a while and continued.
The three girls suddenly looked at each other in dismay.
The girls who regularly watch palace dramas instantly understood Xi Meng's implication—clearly, their boss didn't really like Miss Chen, otherwise, how could he bear to give away the pastries his beloved woman brought?
"It's one thing for you to ask me, but don't go spreading this around, especially if it reaches the boss or Miss Chen's ears..."
