"Rest well, any request you have will have to wait until your foot injury is healed before you talk to me."
Upon finishing, the playful and unrestrained smile on his face was withdrawn, and he turned and walked out, closing the door for her.
On his face, the melancholic atmosphere that had been there before was restored, as if this was the true appearance of Bai Yu.
At the staircase entrance, the housekeeper who had been there earlier stood hesitantly.
As Bai Yu approached, he lowered his voice, his tone slightly heavy, "If you have something to say, just say it."
Seeing the housekeeper purse his lips, hesitating again and again, he finally followed Bai Yu and whispered:
"Young Master, why didn't you tell Miss Qiao the truth? Maybe...her attitude towards you would be different."
Bai Yu's footsteps suddenly paused, a touch of sarcasm flashed across his gloomy eyes —
"If I told her, would she leave Lu Moqing and stay by my side?"
"This..."
