The person, holding a gold-coated folding fan, slowly walked over.
"Young Master Wang," Lian Shouxin hurriedly clasped hands in greeting, "my niece Lian Duoduo left home at noon and has not returned yet. She lives in town and isn't very familiar with the village paths. We fear she has lost her way and have come out to look for her."
Both Lian Huahua's burn injury and Lian Duoduo running away from home were not good news. If word got out, it would tarnish the Lian Family's reputation, as well as the maidenly virtue of Lian Huahua and Lian Duoduo. Therefore, Lian Shouxin chose to conceal these incidents.
Lian Manman silently nodded in agreement. Lian Shouxin could be counted on far more than Lady He and was also much kinder at heart.
"Lian Duoduo is missing?" The man stopped in front of Lian Shouxin. By this time, the sky had already darkened, and Lian Manman could finally see clearly that this man was Wang Youhuai, the eldest son of Scholar Wang.
Lian Shouxin nodded.
