Wei Anning saw the butler approaching from the direction of the study, and she quickly walked up to him. Her pupils, as shiny as black grapes, looked at the butler with caution as she asked tentatively, "Mr. Butler, is Leng Youchen in the study?"
The butler nodded with a smile, "The Third Young Master is in the study."
For some reason, the butler thought that the Third Young Lady before his eyes was different from the scheming young girl of six years ago. She was innocent and adorable, with her emotions clearly written on her face.
Wei Anning glanced at the study, her face full of anxiety. She wrung her fingers tightly, hesitantly saying, "May I go to see him?"
The butler shook his head, "The Third Young Master has instructed that he will see no one, especially not the Third Young Lady."
The luster in Wei Anning's eyes dimmed instantly, she hung her head and murmured, "I knew he was still angry. I really didn't do it on purpose, I..."
