Following that introduction, Li Meirong was ushered to sit back at the dinner table.
The servants set the main course at the center of the table in front of the pair, as well as provided Senior Zhu with a new set of chopsticks before hurriedly retreating into the recesses of the residence after receiving a subtle signal from their disguised lord.
Li Meirong stared flustered at Senior Zhu from across the table. Her voice turned soft and quiet, "You didn't have to arrange attendants for me, I know how to take care of myself. Please tell them that I don't need their service."
With one eyebrow raised, Bai Qingyue answered, "You will keep the servants. Be that as it may, you do have a tendency to get into trouble quite often and you never know when you might need an extra pair of hands."
"Still, I don't even have any space for them" She almost huffed, "My home can't host any more people." Li Meirong added a few more excuses to support her claim.
