Su Luo was so shocked that she jumped out of bed, hitting her head on the ceiling. "What? Why would the mill be smashed out of the blue?"
"I don't know either. I rushed over to report as soon as I got the news!"
"Get me ready now!"
Qing Yi hurriedly prepared Su Luo's hair into a simple bun. Without even caring for breakfast, Su Luo rushed to the side hall to meet Zhang Si.
Zhang Si usually portrayed a modest look and lively personality while functioning competently in the mill for five years. But at this moment, his face was ashen, dirt smeared all over him, and even his fingernails were stained with ash, making him look utterly disheveled.
Upon seeing Su Luo, his downcast eyes welled up with tears. "Young Madam, our mill was destroyed, and those people also set fire to it. Many things couldn't be saved!"
Su Luo felt a pang in her heart and immediately ordered people to prepare the carriage to rush to the mill.
