Xiangxiang suddenly reminded her, "By the way, Little Miss, you can ask Secretary Lu. He's been by Young Master's side for a long time. He might remember if you got hurt when you were a child."
Qin Xin frowned slightly, "It's okay. That's not important."
If she were to dwell on insignificant details from over a decade ago, she might not find answers but rather more confusion.
She didn't want to trap herself.
Qin Xin came out of Xiangxiang's ward and saw Nalan Ye Jue, who was dealing with work by the long bench in the hallway, lift his head and close his laptop.
Qin Xin knew he had a lot on his plate, and the matters he needed to decide were invaluable. If he was absent for a few hours, it was manageable, but if it stretched to a day or two, many things in the group would come to a halt.
She quickly said, "You go ahead and continue with your work."
But Nalan Ye Jue shook his head, "It's okay. That's not important."
