"Mr. Hua, I have to say, Jiaojiao doesn't look anything like Lin Zhengyang. Instead, she resembles..."
Creak~!
Before the servant could finish speaking, the door of the tea room was pushed open from the outside. The night had fallen, and the leaves of the bamboo outside were casting soft shadows under the moonlight.
"Madam." The servant hurriedly bowed to Mrs. Liu who had just entered, his face showing some unease.
Lately, his master and mistress had been arguing constantly, and when they fought, the servants bore the brunt of it too.
"Mm, you may leave."
Mrs. Liu's voice was always gentle, and her manners were refined and dignified. Although she was not striking in appearance, she was warm and generous.
After the servant left and closed the door, Mrs. Liu sighed, lifting her eyes to look at Chen Hua without speaking. Visible in her eyes was deep sorrow and grief.
