She doesn't want to pretend anymore

While Manshu and Que'er were talking, they heard a voice.

She and Que'er walked around the cobblestone path and towards the end, where there was a cluster of flowers half a person's height.

"Who?" Manshu's eyes changed slightly.

"Yes, it's me." A girl sitting beside the flowers raised her hand.

There was still obvious panic in her eyes.

Manshu frowned at the girl hiding in the flowers and asked, "Are you hiding here and eavesdropping on our conversation?"

"I didn't!" the girl retorted in a low voice, sounding a little guilty.

"Are you Sister Shirley?" Que'er recognized her. "What are you doing here?"

"I didn't do anything. I just woke up and had nothing to do, so I just sat here to enjoy the scenery. Who knew I would accidentally sprain my ankle and have been sitting here ever since."

"I came here first, so it doesn't count as eavesdropping on your conversation!"

Manshu looked at her carefully and found that she was wearing a long skirt, and the exposed part of her snow-white ankle was indeed a little red.

However, there is one thing that makes people feel very strange: "You are here to see the scenery, so why are you carrying a bag?"

Shirley subconsciously hid her bag behind her.

Que'er blinked her eyes: "Yes, Sister Shirley, do you want to go out?"

If you want to go out, why don't you go through the main door?

"I carry mosquito repellent and other things in my bag. They are always ready, so I am used to carrying a bag when I go out."

Shirley spoke more and more confidently: "It's you, who are you? Why didn't I see you last night?"

Seeing that Shirley was rude to Manshu, Que'er was a little unhappy: "Sister Shirley, how can you talk to Miss Yan like that? She is the young master's guest!"

Shirley looked at Manshu carefully: "Distinguished guest?"

Manshu noticed the complexity that flashed across her eyes, and then frowned.

There is definitely something wrong with this person.

"Que'er, I'm a little thirsty. Can you bring two drinks for me and Miss Shirley? I'll sit here and play for a while."

Shirley didn't expect Manshu to stay. She frowned and said, "I don't want your...drinks. If it's convenient, can you help me find some medicine? My ankle seems to be swollen. It would be better if there is a white medicine spray."

Que'er tilted her head and thought for a moment: "It seems like there is. I'll go look for it."

"Miss Yan, please feel free to walk around. I'll bring the drinks and spray over soon."

Manshu nodded and kindly said, "Don't worry. I see this road is paved with cobblestones. Be careful when you walk. Otherwise, you may sprain your ankle easily."

"I wouldn't." Que'er muttered, but still nodded to Manshu with a smile.

Only after Que'er's figure disappeared did Manshu look at Shirley.

Shirley felt uneasy when Manshu looked at her: "Why are you looking at me like that? I advise you to leave here quickly. If you don't leave now, you may not be able to leave!"

This is what I said...

Manshu was shocked. This girl really knew something!

"Why do you say that? I'm here with my friends, so my purpose may be different from yours."

Manshu could probably guess it.

Shirley has a good figure and her profession may be a model.

She came to the villa just to play with others.

Manshu didn't know whether to do in-depth communication or not, but Shirley was cautious and guarded everywhere.

Either she had done something wrong, or she had seen something she shouldn't have.

She didn't just sprain her ankle on the cobblestones, but was trying to run away, right?

There is a big tree behind the flowers. You can climb up the tree and jump down to leave the villa.