Facing Tang Qingxue's serious expression, Mike began to play the rogue. He simply picked up a kitchen knife, placed it in Tang Qingxue's hand, and pressed it to his own neck, "Young Madam, then why don't you just kill me first. So I won't be killed by the Young Master later—either way I'm dead, you might as well make it quick!"
Mike tried every possible way to stop Tang Qingxue from going upstairs to see Lianxin. The more he did, the more suspicion grew in Tang Qingxue's heart: what exactly has happened that makes him afraid to let her go upstairs?
After a while, she suddenly smiled softly, "Alright, Mike, I was just joking with you. If you don't want me to go up, then I won't go up. It's just the third floor of our own house, not like we haven't seen it before. I won't go if you insist."
"Oh wow, Young Madam is truly like Guanyin Bodhisattva, so wise! With you saying this, my work becomes a lot easier."
Mike quickly smiled and flattered her!
