Cheng Xiulu was humiliated to the point that she was at a loss for words, and her face had turned a ghastly pale. Without waiting for Yu Yuehan to instruct her to leave, she hastily slipped away.
She even forgot to take the hair clip on the coffee table.
Nian Xiaomu looked up, and her eyes were filled with delight. From the corner of her eye, she could see that Yu Yuehan was still in the living room, so she did not dare to step out of line.
Thinking carefully, she respectfully said, "Young Master, if there is nothing else, I will take my leave…"
"You, follow me to the study room," Yu Yuehan coldly interrupted her, then walked past her and went upstairs.
Nian Xiaomu was still in a daze when his regal figure disappeared at the staircase.
The butler at the side quickly reminded her, "Nian Xiaomu, Young Master called for you! Hurry up!"
Nian Xiaomu: "…"
So it wasn't an illusion and he had really called her?
