Beitang Yao put down the spoon and looked at her seriously, asking, "Did something happen?" He vaguely felt that something seemed to have happened at the castle.
"No." She replied, feeling guilty.
"I want to hear the truth." Beitang Yao raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he looked at her.
Xia Qingqian also caught the anger in his tone, biting her lip, pondering whether to confess to him.
She looked up, met his gaze through the air, and after a long pause, she said, "Young Master, I'm sorry."
She hadn't listened to him and had been with others, and such things happened, affecting him quite a bit.
"Why are you apologizing?" His dark eyes narrowed, staring directly at her, not giving her a chance to evade.
Xia Qingqian was just about to speak when Sister Huan came over, handed the phone to Beitang Yao, and said, "Young Master, it's a call from the old master."
