You’re Finally Under My Grasp

A short and intentionally snappy text arrived, "Come to my room."

It was obvious who sent it.

Qiao Qing held onto her cell and thought about it. In the end, she left her room.

The men guarding her room asked Qiao Qing, "Young miss, where are you going?"

Qiao Qing's tone was cold, "I have something I need to do."

She then headed to the staircase and went up to the third floor.

The guards asked each other, "Didn't she mean she has to do something outside? Why did she go upstairs?"

"I don't know."

"Is she going up to find third young master Jun? Only third young master Jun and young master Qi lives upstairs."

"Perhaps."

"Should we report this?"

The leader of the group pondered. He was asked to stop third young master Jun from entering the young miss' room and never received instruction on stopping the young miss from going to third young master Jun's room.