"Trouble." Jiang Che roughly pulled her up.
Without any regard for the wounds all over her body, being jerked like that, Lu Sirong involuntarily gasped in pain.
Cold sweat trickled down her forehead.
"Fourth Master, Fourth Mistress, the old master has also asked for your presence," the butler added, bending slightly.
Jiang Che's expression subtly changed, Butler Zong was the old master's trusted aide.
In the Yu Family, Butler Zong's status was second only to the old master; even Jiang Che and his mother, Yu Wanzhi, had to be respectful in front of him.
Yet, Butler Zong had bowed in front of Yu Chiyin, the underlying meaning seemingly self-evident.
In response to the butler's respect, Yu Chiyin simply nodded coldly.
His long arm naturally supported Lu Fengxuan's slender waist, tightening his grip, he half-carried her as he took the lead to leave.
Behind them, the gazes of Jiang Che and Lu Sirong followed them closely.
