Ye Shaohua couldn't help but look up at the young master when she heard this voice.
Bai Ziyun had not expected her to look at him, and his gaze hadn't had the time to retract.
When he saw those clear, distinct black and white eyes looking his way, he was startled for a moment, then smiled at her.
The smile was somewhat superficial.
Yet it still made the Madam pause, her son was always so aloof, not even willing to communicate much with her, his own mother. He wouldn't listen to her about going to the Xuantian Sect, and she didn't know what he was out there experiencing.
This year that he had returned was the first time the Madam had seen him smile.
When the second wife saw Bai Ziyun actually allowing a lower-class person to treat him, she couldn't help but snicker, "Sister, you aren't really going to let that lower-class person treat your son, are you? You actually believe that lowly person's nonsense. Master Murong has already said, leave it to fate..."
