"Han Shuang, go to the escort agency and investigate the families that have been suppressed by the Song family as soon as possible, especially the Yuan family; focus on that."

She wanted to see if the Yuan family was just a dung beetle piling up dung balls, all show and no substance.

"Yes, I'll be there immediately after I escort you back to the inn," Han Shuang replied, speaking directly.

"No need, I'll be fine, go ahead." Mo Lan said, turning her head to glance at the distance and giving a slight smile.

She found out yesterday that someone was following her, but they were too far away for her to bother with.

As if sensing something, Han Shuang turned around and glanced back. Jing Lei, who was hidden in the crowd, shuddered in fright and knew that he had been exposed.

Were both master and servant devils? He was far enough away.

Jing Lei felt deeply ashamed, realizing he had failed his young master's trust. At the same time, he sincerely admired Mo Lan and the other two, only blaming himself for his lack of skill.

Han Shuang pursed her lips, and before turning to leave, she moved swiftly, instantly appearing in front of Jing Lei.

"Stop hiding, escort my eldest son back to the inn."

Without waiting for Jing Lei's agreement, he disappeared.

Thunderclap: "..."

Should I have him provide close protection?

Looking at the vanishing frost, and then at the girl Mo Lan not far away, Jing Lei smacked his lips and silently walked over.

“Um… Miss Mo Lan, please don’t misunderstand. The young master was worried that something might happen to you, so he had me follow you from a distance. Don’t worry, I can’t hear or see anything.”

Hearing Jing Lei's anxious explanation, Mo Lan's lips twitched. Not being able to hear was one thing, but not being able to see was another.

Are you blind?

“I know, let’s go,” she said. There was no irreconcilable conflict between her and Qin Su, so Qin Su had no reason to spy on her.

"I'm glad Miss Mo Lan doesn't misunderstand. Actually, my young master is a very good person. He has always cared about you. Knowing that you are injured and unable to fight, he sent me along in case of emergency."

Seeing that Mo Lan showed no signs of anger, Jing Lei finally felt relieved.

After spending time together, he felt that although Miss Mo Lan was a bit cold and her attitude towards his young master wasn't very good, she was still a good person.

Listening to Jing Lei's rambling, Mo Lan curled her lips and said, "You seem to know your master quite well. I thought the person who knew him best was Ting Yu, that chatterbox."

Upon hearing Tingyu's name, Jinglei rolled his eyes without any politeness. "What does that guy Tingyu know? Apart from his medical skills, I can't see anything good about him. He just keeps nagging all day long, it's so annoying to listen to him."

"Ha~, so everyone agrees that he's a chatterbox. That puts my mind at ease. Otherwise, I would have felt like I was prejudiced against him."

Mo Lan stood with her hands behind her back, looking at the burly man beside her, and shook her head with amusement. Sure enough, Qin Su was surrounded by talented people.

"Haha... Miss Mo Lan, don't blame yourself. It's all his own fault. There was a time when the young master would get a headache whenever he saw Tingyu. Because of this, he deliberately sent him out to travel for a year."

Jing Lei's eyes lit up as he recounted Ting Yu's embarrassing moments.

"You wouldn't believe it, Tingyu was as happy as a child back then, saying that the master valued him and that's why he was allowed to go out and relax. It wasn't until I accidentally let it slip that he realized he was being disliked because he had too much work. Because of that, he kept quiet for a whole month, haha..."

Jing Lei relaxed completely and began to speak without restraint.

Mo Lan: "..."