When Qin Yan heard Xi Ting's name from Zhuang Yu's mouth, she paused. No wonder Zhuang Yu had such deep-seated hatred towards her. However, how did she know Xi Ting? If she was a normal person, even if she had seen Xi Ting in the college, she should not have known his identity.
Qin Yan raised her head to look at Zhuang Yu, "How do you even know Xi Ting?" Qin Yan's calm yet curious gaze seemed to pierce through Zhuang Yu, insisting on an explanation.
Zhuang Yu hesitated, her eyes flickering with uncertainty for a moment. Then, as if unable to contain her confession any longer, she began to speak, her words laced with a mix of longing and regret.
"I've known Young Master Xi for as long as I can remember," Zhuang Yu began. Her voice quivered slightly, betraying the depth of her emotions. "My grandmother, Aunt Zhuang, works as a maid in his grandparents' house. I spent countless days visiting her there, and I have grown up with Young Master Xi."
