They came so quickly, as though they had already anticipated what would happen and prepared to respond accordingly.
So, they arrived.
Neither too early nor too late.
Qin Yu's thoughts were always a step ahead of her enemies.
She glanced outside, then darted away, disappearing without a trace.
The next moment, she was back in her room.
Just like before, tied up, identical in every way.
Jiaojiao's handiwork, of course.
It never failed.
She lay back on her bed again.
Jiaojiao appeared, lazily sprawled beside her, using her fluffy, plump tail to tickle Qin Yu's cheek, while asking a question.
"Yuyu, what are you doing right now?"
Qin Yu replied, "Waiting for some people to pin the blame on me."
Jiaojiao rarely caught on to the pace—but this time, he sensed it. It seemed like there was someone behind the Seventh Prince Baili Yunhai playing a game of chess.
Baili Yunhai was undoubtedly a chess piece.
