Steward Chang, who was already far away, paused for a moment, but continued without stopping.
Only Zhang Xiaohua was left standing alone by the Door, tears forming in his eyes, on the verge of falling. He really didn't know how he had offended this so-called Martial Uncle. He had only met him once in Creek Villa, and this was only their second encounter. He had simply come to pay his respects, so why was he treated like this? Was this the legendary situation of giving someone the cold shoulder?
Seeing Zhang Xiaohua's appearance, the guards didn't know how to comfort him. Steward Chang was acting strangely today; normally, he wasn't like this. Why was he so averse to this young man today? Since it was because of Xiaohua that they had argued, there must be some hidden bitterness that he didn't know about.
