Sister Xiang left after speaking.
Meng Chuyue stared at Xiao Yuan for a while and then asked her, "What's your last name? How old are you this year? How many years have you worked here?"
Xiao Yuan's voice was sweet, "My last name is Su, I'm twenty years old, and I have lived here since I was born."
Meng Chuyue, "..."
She pursed her lips, "Are your parents also here?"
"Yes, my grandparents are here too."
Meng Chuyue cursed inwardly and asked Xiao Yuan, "The hundred or so people that your miss forced on me, do they all have the same situation as your family?"
Xiao Yuan's expression didn't change, "Yes, my parents and younger brother are also included."
Meng Chuyue was surprised, "So, even if I ran off just like that, your miss wouldn't really kill them, right?"
The old servants had been there for many years; according to old terms, they were family-raised, and the relationship was not ordinary—they wouldn't just kill them on the spot.
It must be to scare her.
