"Where is she? I told her clean the doors but she is nowhere to be found."
At that moment, a voice, filled with worry and irritation, rang out from within the mansion, accompanied by hurried footsteps.
And suddenly, a middle-aged maid, the source of the voice, appeared from the entrance. She was a stout, sturdy woman, and her face was lined with the years of experience and wisdom that comes from working for a noble family. Her eyes swept over the scene, taking in the unusual tableau before her.
"Welcome, Young Master Han," the older maid greeted with a slight bow, her face betraying no emotion. She was the head maid, after all, and such things were expected of her.
Han gave her a quick nod of acknowledgment, and then his attention turned back to the young maid who still sat on the ground, looking up at him with a mixture of curiosity and confusion.
