Lin Qiao'er opened the door and was momentarily stunned to see a foreign face. She frowned and asked, "Who are you?"
"This is Ye Qiu's residence. What are you doing here?" Caroline didn't answer Lin Qiao'er's question but instead threw a question back at her.
The two words "Ye Qiu" in her Chinese sentence sounded less smooth, carrying a distinct foreigner's accent, her intonation habitually rising at the end.
Driven by a woman's sixth sense, Lin Qiao'er felt this woman had a significant relationship with Ye Qiu. Otherwise, why would she counter her like this?
Thinking about her current rivals in love already gave her enough headaches—there was Fang Sijie, a fierce competitor, and now here came a foreign woman.
What's worse, this foreign woman was slightly more outstanding in every aspect. Lin Qiao'er felt the growing pressure.
Returning a polite smile, Lin Qiao'er said, "The person you're looking for is not here. Please check elsewhere."
