On the other side, Qing Yue was also lying in bed, but her lips curled upwards beautifully.
"What a fool!" She exclaimed in the darkness.
Qing Yue had been an orphan since childhood. Although life was not bad alongside Qing Li's mother, her status was still that of a servant girl.
Even though Qing Li recognized her as a sister, which somewhat elevated her status, she clearly understood her own position.
Perhaps in external circumstances, Gaosheng of the Ye Family might not deserve her, but Gaosheng could provide her with a peaceful life.
For someone like Qing Yue, who had been displaced since childhood, having a stable life was an elusive happiness.
The next day, as Gaosheng left his house, he suddenly heard the gatekeeper come to report, "Sir, there is someone looking for you outside."
"Who is it?" Gaosheng looked somewhat weary; he had spent most of last night thinking about Miss Qing Yue's words and then suddenly felt that Miss Qing Yue seemed not to dislike him.
