His white shirt was stained with red spots. They were not big, but they were eye-catching enough.
An Shilin's expression changed. Thinking of the blood all over her body, he suddenly felt that it was not strange to be stained.
Seeing that he didn't move forward, the Butler felt a little uneasy.
He walked up and said after some deliberation,""Miss is sick and young. She didn't mean to get it on you. You ..."
"Uncle Zhou!" An Shijin interrupted him.
"What?"
"I'm not angry. " An Shijin left this sentence behind and walked toward the master bedroom.
He didn't lack this dress, so it didn't matter if it was dirty. Besides, it was his sister who dirtied it, so how could he be angry with her?
The Butler looked at his back and sighed in his heart. It seemed that he had thought too much.
He remembered that his young master used to hate blood.
After changing his clothes, an Shiyu went downstairs.
