Song Ma said warmly, "Of course you can, Miss Ade. Just give the word if you need anything in the future."
Miss Ade nodded, smiling joyfully. She was naturally beautiful, and her smile was like a spring breeze melting winter snow, instantly softening one's heart.
Especially for people like Song Ma, who had children at home, they simply adored a well-behaved young girl like Miss Ade. She had a grandson who was in college; if not for the Third Young Master's affection for Miss Ade, she would have hardly resisted the urge to introduce and promote her own grandson.
But rules were rules. As a servant of the Qin Family, Song Ma only dared to entertain these thoughts in her heart, never bold enough to put them into action.
Miss Ade took Song Ma upstairs to braid her hair. When they came back down, Qin Yu hadn't returned, but she saw two tall, burly figures with locked arms, running, chatting, and laughing as they came in.
Upon closer inspection, wasn't that Wei Lan and Tang Bufan?
