Su Cha pushed him towards the front yard. When the female butler saw them, she had a subtle expression and said with a bow, "Young Master, Little Miss, it's time for dinner."
There was a subtle change in how she addressed Su Cha.
Zong Yanxiu smiled and raised his hand to ask Su Cha to push him inside.
He had said that his legs were not crippled, but he had been lying down for too many years. His muscles had deteriorated, and he could not walk on his own for the time being. He had to continue with his rehabilitation.
When Su Cha passed by her, the butler's eyes flickered and she bowed slightly. "Little Miss, my attitude was wrong just now. Please forgive me."
As the head of the family's household, how would she not know about the young master and Su Cha's identity? One could imagine the resentment in their hearts.
Su Cha smiled. "It's fine."
She really did not care.
