Downstairs, Rong Qi called Xu Yi over.
Xu Yi, showing off his bright teeth, came in holding freshly made pastries from the kitchen.
"Madam, are you going out?" he asked.
"No, I need you to follow someone," Rong Qi instructed.
"Who? I'm the best at tailing people in the Ye family. Even Zhuang Ling can't beat me."
As Xu Yi bragged, a male voice suddenly interjected, "There's no need to put others down to praise yourself."
Zhuang Ling, who had come to report to Ye Nanshen, overheard Xu Yi's boastful words as he entered.
Xu Yi stepped aside, making room for Zhuang Ling.
Zhuang Ling approached, his brows furrowed, "Madam, is something wrong in the mansion? I heard it's been uneasy lately. Do you need help?"
Zhuang Ling's calm demeanor always inspired confidence.
Xu Yi, slightly annoyed, said, "Madam has already assigned me the task. You can step back."
