Her Excellency Lady Qiaoqiao looked at Holy Son Miyan with an apathetic expression. "Who are you?"
Crown Prince Mo, Duan Yue, and Mu Xingchen couldn't help but twitch their mouths.
This young lady's act was impressively convincing. She played it so seriously that it seemed like the truth.
Holy Son Miyan was visibly taken aback by the stoic demeanor of this young lady and automatically asked suspiciously, "You, you? Aren't you Miss Qiao?"
"Nonsense, you rascal!" The young lady's petite face remained cold as she said indifferently, "Don't come claiming any kinship! I don't know you at all!"
Holy Son Miyan glanced at Crown Prince Mo, then looked at Duan Yue and Mu Xingchen in confusion. "You're the one spouting nonsense! Do you think I'm stupid? Your stoic face remains unchanged wherever you go. Do you think others can't recognize you?"
Qiao Mu: !
