Qing Yan was stunned for a moment as her line of sight fell on the plate of grapes on that man's hands as she blinked while becoming somewhat flabbergasted. "Although Miss isn't fond of the meals in the Third Prince Estate, these grapes don't seem any different, why do you…"
"It's different."
Different?
What's different about it?
Qing Yan was honestly unable to understand this man. Why does he act mysteriously all the time? Moreover, he had clearly been following behind Miss to protect her, but why does he not want her to know?
That man spoke expressionlessly in a deep voice, "I will continue sending the meal tomorrow."
Obviously, those grapes were different.
