Gu Siting sped his car back to the Imperial Garden.
Steward Zhong and Aunt Zhong stood at the villa's entrance, craning their necks to look out.
Seeing Gu Siting return, Aunt Zhong still didn't retract her gaze and kept looking outside.
It wasn't until Steward Zhong reminded her that Aunt Zhong turned to look at Gu Siting, "Fourth Master."
Aunt Zhong wasn't as enthusiastic as usual, and she seemed to be harboring some concerns.
Gu Siting noticed something off about the two loyal servants and his sharp eyebrows furrowed slightly, "What's wrong?"
Aunt Zhong hesitated to speak.
After Steward Zhong sighed, he said, "Fourth Master, Little Snowball hasn't eaten anything all day. It won't eat the cat food we bought, and it hasn't drunk any water either."
Gu Siting's eyes darkened, "Is it sick?"
"We called a vet, and the doctor said that Little Snowball isn't sick, it just doesn't want to eat."
Gu Siting pursed his thin, crimson lips tightly.
What, is it on a hunger strike?
