"...Huh?" Amu scratched his head, looking utterly confused.
"You rushed to find Gao Xun in the middle of the night, kept him under surveillance, and helped Miss Sirong get the DNA test results, signaling her to go to Miss Fengxuan. You've done so much, yet it doesn't count as helping?"
Lu Xingye's indifferent voice was devoid of any fluctuation, "A chess piece, given a taste of sweetness for ease of manipulation in the future."
So, the young master was treating Miss Sirong merely as a chess piece.
"Amu understands," Amu responded, feeling a deep sympathy for Lu Sirong well up inside him.
Tsk, being treated as a chess piece by the young master, Miss Sirong will likely end up terribly taken advantage of in the future.
He silently offered a silent prayer for Miss Sirong.
...
That evening, at Tan Garden.
Yu Chiyin had endured a two-hour medicinal bath that afternoon, the first time ever, and it nearly cost him half his life.
