Shen Xiaoxiao was startled by the voice behind her. She took a deep breath, turned around, and saw a servant in a dark blue coat standing there.
He was called a servant because he was holding a tray with a sapphire-blue ceramic bottle on it. The bottle was very ancient. However, the tray was placed on a palm-sized plate, which made Shen Xiaoxiao feel a little strange.
Moreover, in a family like the Ouyang family, feudal nobility and lowly status were extremely important. How could young ladies and young masters carry their own things and even hold a tray? Therefore, this person was a servant.
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
