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Jiao Bingqin quivered with anger. On what basis did someone like Qingqiu catch the master's eye? What was she?
"Master, Qingqiu listens to you," After a long while, Qingqiu cooed seductively in the room.
"Master likes you being so obedient and sensible, as well as clever and understanding. Don't worry, once this matter is settled, I'll make you a noble concubine," the tall man's voice rose.
Qingqiu giggled, "Master, you are so good to me."
Breathing sounds came again from the room, and outside, Jiao Bingqin's breathing also grew heavier; she was truly angered.
On what basis could Qingqiu, of such a background, become the master's concubine, let alone a noble one, while she hadn't even caught the master's eye? On what basis?
Two hours passed, and the tall man emerged from the room, casting a cold glance at Jiao Bingqin, "From now on, listen to Qingqiu, cooperate well with her, or else wait for your head to fall."