At his shout, the other servants gathered round, chatting away; Gao Zhe protected her with his arm, cautiously watching her expression, fearing someone lacking tact might say something to upset her.
Lu Zhenzhen smiled faintly, "Can't you call someone? Don't you recognize me?"
As soon as her words fell, Uncle Yang and the servants instinctively looked to Gao Zhe for guidance.
But Gao Zhe had no mind to bother with them; his eyes clung to Lu Zhenzhen.
"Y-Young Madam?"
Uncle Yang ventured to call once, and the servants seemed encouraged, all following suit with "Young Madam."
Lu Zhenzhen replied pleasantly, "It's been a long time."
"Sure has, Young Madam where did you go? Haven't been back for so long, we all missed you."
"Young Master came home every day, we didn't dare to ask, and you didn't contact us, we even thought..."
