Qingsheng hurriedly sought credit from his young master.
After all, the young master really liked this style. He wanted to surprise the young mistress after doing something, but feared she might not notice.
So, making a supplementary remark was very necessary.
"You talk too much."
Yes, the young master habitually glared at him, but the look was encouraging, with a clear message: Well done, kid, there'll be a reward later.
"Thank you, husband, for everything you have done for me."
These words made Zhao Minghua feel warm all over.
The journey from the town to the manor takes about half an hour, and along the way, Qingsheng drove the carriage very slowly and steadily.
He knew that the young mistress was very precious at this moment, and couldn't afford any bumps, or the young master could twist his head off like a ball.
"Young master, young mistress, we've arrived at the manor."
The carriage stopped in front of the main courtyard, and Qingsheng breathed a huge sigh of relief.
