"Young Master!"
"Young Master!"
That voice was so delicate and shy that even Zuo Aiai, the tomboy, was somewhat moved.
However, those young maids didn't feel the same warmth towards Zuo Aiai, they all looked at her with hostile gazes.
Zuo Aiai: ...
Yet He Ziyan carried himself with the suave charm of a playboy, casting a flirtatious wink towards the two young maids, followed by an indulgent smile, "Xiao Jin, Xiao Mang, are you still busy?"
"Yes, Young Master, Madame has returned, we're going to serve her dinner."
"Then you'd better hurry, Madame has a short temper. If you're late, she'll scold you again!" He Ziyan said with an affable smile.
The two young maids were inexplicably moved to tears, nearly ready to pledge themselves to him.
Zuo Aiai was speechless.
This was the first time she had ever witnessed what could be called a social butterfly.
Ignoring them, she headed straight to the servants' lodge.
"Young Master, may I take this for you?" an older maid asked.
