Feng Haijun almost fell off his chair. "R—Really?"
Xiao Su nodded solemnly. "Really. Aiyah, let's not talk about such a sad thing again. Come, help me lay out the plate and we're good to go."
"Okay…" Feng Haijun absentmindedly worked.
His mind whirled at high speed. The one she loved? Little Ma loved someone?
It couldn't be…Master right?
The more Feng Haijun thought about it, the more he sweated until his whole body was soaked like a drenched puppy. Xiao Su glanced at him with worry. "Are you hot? Maybe, you should go to them and leave this servant here..."
"N--No...!" Feng Haijun stammered and wiped his face roughly. "I am okay, let's continue. I will help."
Often times, he opened his mouth, wanting to inquire about the doubts in his heart. But thinking of his master's command, he ended up swallowing it back into his stomach, his face looked like he had just eaten a fly.
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"Miss, Gentleman Yu, lunch is ready!"