Pullan knew it was Brandon at the door the moment he heard the knocking and excitedly rushed over to open it.
Brandon's face was gloomy as he glanced at the small courtyard house. "Where is she?"
"She's in the living room with Old Mr. Smith. Mistress Abigail didn't let me go in," Pullan quickly replied.
Without another word, Brandon walked toward the closed door.
Inside, Abigail had just finished explaining a few things to Grandpa Smith. She stepped forward to open the door and was met with the imposing presence of Brandon. Smiling, she asked, "Didn't I tell you to wait at home? How did you get here so fast?"
"Are you okay?" Brandon noticed Abigail's slightly pale face. He frowned as he looked at Old Mr. Smith, who was still holding a bamboo stick. "Did you lay a hand on my fiancée?"
"So, he's the pig? Hmph, you've got some nerve," Old Mr. Smith remarked, eyeing the handsomely dressed Brandon, clearly surprised.
Brandon frowned. What pig?
