"Cousin, don't speak with such people; just by looking, you can tell they're no good," Fo Conghui turned her head and glanced disdainfully at Lou Qianyu, advising her cousin impatiently.
Xiao Jiazhen gave Lou Qianyu an awkward smile, then turned to her younger cousin, slightly annoyed, "Cousin, please hold your tongue. It was my fault for bumping into someone earlier." She stepped forward, took Fo Conghui's hand with her cheeks flushed, lips tightly pressed, and her bright, large eyes focused on her cousin.
Seeing her cousin like this, Fo Conghui decided not to say anything else, but she still looked at Lou Qianyu and Lan Jianbin with disapproval.
The house servants guarding the entrance of the Prime Minister Residence noticed from a distance; it seemed just like their young mistress. After greeting another person, they gathered around, growing more certain, "Miss?" They called out softly, unsure.