The maidservant's gaze was indescribable. Although she did not say anything, the accusation was evident in her eyes, as if she was silently criticizing him. Didn't the general not like the girl? Why did he think of giving her something?
Eleven turned around and looked at the person who had followed him from the guest area. After a pause, he braced himself and said, "Miss Jiang Fu is a guest and is staying with us. How could we neglect our guest?"
The expression of the green-robed maid standing on the steps changed. It was not very obvious, but her attitude was subtle. The originally lively courtyard immediately fell silent as if they had heard the commotion outside.
The curtain was lifted, revealing Xie Yao's exquisite and fair face.
The child was wearing an embroidered black brocade robe. His face was tense as he looked up at him. "Sister Fu is not a guest."
His voice was tender, but it carried a hint of maliciousness and coldness.
