Song Qing stared at Rong Menglan with a suspicious gaze.
Although she had not interacted much with this old acquaintance before, she knew the other party treasured food and beauty above all else, always seeking to collect the finest delicacies and beauties from around the world.
Yet now, with such a beauty sitting before her, the other party not only showed no drooling desire but was also full of caution, eyeing her with an interrogative look.
Rong Menglan showed no interest in her, and did not pounce straightforwardly, leaving Song Qing no way to lure her away under any reasonable pretext to present her to her master.
Thinking of her master's task made her head begin to ache.
Out of so many old acquaintances, why did she have to run into the most difficult one?
