Xia Yingluo fled downstairs quickly, her heart beating terribly fast.
The driver waiting at the door looked at her with concern. "Miss, are you alright?"
She rubbed her hot face, shook her head and said it was okay, then got back in the car.
It was golden autumn, and the garden was full of bright golden sycamore leaves, which were beautiful and picturesque.
The steward in a pretty uniform stepped forward to pull the car door for her, bowed and smiled. "Miss, you are back."
Xia Yingluo took off her coat and handed it to him, asking casually, "What about my parents and second brother?"
The butler said, "Several truffles are being sent from France today. Sir is preparing dinner for Madam in the kitchen. Miss, you are very fortunate to have come back at the right time to enjoy the feast." Then, he said, "Madam is in the recording room on the second floor and your second brother is out to meet his friends."
