Young Master Yan wore an expression heavy with concerns, his brows deeply furrowed.
Steward Yan Qi's face was also filled with worry.
"Greetings, Master Qin!"
Young Master Yan stood up and greeted him with utmost respect.
It had not been this way when they met before.
For scions of noble families like him, no matter how much they cultivated their manners, they always carried an inherent pride.
Such arrogance was etched into their very bones.
In the past, when he met Qin Niu, a simple clasped-hand salute was all he would offer. The deep bow he performed today was unprecedented. The way he addressed Qin Niu was also quite thought-provoking.
In the past, he would call him Master Qin, but today he referred to him as Master Qin.
Taking into account the troubled expressions both master and servant wore, the Yan Family must be facing a difficult situation.
