"Alright, I'll listen to the young master." She said softly, a faint, almost imperceptible light flashing in her eyes.
His body trembled slightly; he hadn't expected her to change her attitude so quickly. Could the power of love truly be that great?
Was he truly not as worthy as someone who's passed away? This thought left a bad taste in his heart.
"Young Master, the Night Wind Housekeeper has returned." The servant waiting at the door came in to report.
Beitang Yao stood up, "Have Night Wind check her wound first, then come to the study to find me." And with that, he went upstairs.
Xia Qingqian wanted to say something, but his chilly silhouette already receded, gradually disappearing in the stairway.
The next moment, Night Wind had already entered with two briefcases, as the servant conveyed the young master's words to him.
