Yang Liu'er's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she kept attracting stares from pedestrians on the street. The two decided to hail a taxi, but after waiting for what felt like an eternity, they couldn't find a single empty one. The bus was out of the question—it was too crowded and too hot. In the end, they had to walk.
On the way, Xiao Man asked Yang Liu'er, "What was that about with Old Mrs. Bai you mentioned? Why did Bai Qingyue look so spooked?"
Despite her peach-puffy eyes, Yang Liu'er let out a snort of laughter. "How could she not be spooked? It's a Bai Family secret that has never been leaked and is never, ever mentioned casually. Right now, only Old Master Bai, Bai Qingyue, and Shun Ma know about it. Not even Bai Yifen or Bai Yifang have a clue. Yet I brought it up. It's a wonder Bai Qingyue wasn't scared to death!"
"So how do you know? Eavesdropping on their secret conversations again? You'd make a great spy."
