"Chief Steward Bai, you go ahead and get busy."
Qin Yu held back his temper and said.
"It's my father sending a message, I... will come over later."
Bai Yaoyin hurriedly stood up, explained briefly, and left quickly.
Qin Yu couldn't help but feel a bit puzzled. This Chief Steward Bai seemed to treat him a bit differently.
Is she afraid that I might overthink?
About fifteen minutes later, Bai Yaoyin returned to the small courtyard of the pavilion.
In her lively eyes, there seemed to be a layer of melancholy, her eyes slightly red, and she bit her red lips lightly, a subtle action revealing her inner unease.
"What's wrong?"
It was the first time Qin Yu had seen her like this, and he frowned.
Bai Yaoyin remained silent, her expression complex, her little face no longer wearing the usual sweet smile, replaced by a wisp of shadow. Under the moonlight, her graceful figure looked like a painting of melancholy.
