Xia Jing was indeed different from those young ladies of wealthy families. If it were them, they'd likely hem and haw for half the day without managing to voice their thoughts. But Xia Jing wasn't a young lady from a wealthy family; she was merely a mercenary. Therefore, when she spoke, there wasn't the slightest bit of hesitation or shyness—she got straight to the point and admitted what she had done.
"Uncle, the reason I asked to meet you today is that I have something I need to tell you. It's about Li Haixiao's unexpected visit to you. I'm sorry, Uncle, this is all my fault for bringing trouble to you." As Xia Jing spoke, she stood up and bowed deeply to Old Master Zhang.
If Old Master Zhang had harbored even the faintest hope before that this matter wasn't something Xia Jing had done, that hope was extinguished the moment he heard Xia Jing say this herself. At that moment, he was certain in his heart that this matter was indeed Xia Jing's doing.
