"Where have you been?" Jiang Xianmei's voice carried a hint of concern she could hardly disguise, though she tried to make her tone sound as natural as usual.
Uncle Zhou gave her a slight smile, a touch of warmth and tenderness flickering in his eyes, his voice steady and magnetic, "I went to check on the flowers and plants in the backyard, and to see how those newly planted saplings are doing. Xianmei, you started working so early?"
Uncle Zhou's inquiry was not only about the growth of flowers and saplings but also a show of care for the details of Jiang Xianmei's life.
And this care was clearly not the typical attitude of a servant toward their master, but a deep affection hidden in the daily minutiae.
Pei Jingchuan and Jiang Yuzhu stood to the side, watching the scene unfold, a warm feeling involuntarily arising in their hearts.
They had already noticed the extraordinary understanding between Uncle Zhou and Jiang Xianmei.
