"Young Master Lu, I was wrong!" Gong Mu lowered his head, nearly in tears.
When would he ever cure himself of his tactless tongue?
He knew all too well that Young Master Lu valued his pride, yet he still pointed things out to his face...
It was truly like digging his own grave!
An awkward silence filled the office.
After a while, Lu Ziheng's voice, stiffer than usual, rang out, "None of the suggestions work, go back and rethink them!"
Gong Mu cautiously raised his head, "Young Master Lu, have you really done all these things? Cooking, cleaning, laundry, even covering books with protective sleeves...?"
Seeing Lu Ziheng's weary frown, an expression that said he didn't want to talk about it any further, Gong Mu couldn't help but murmur to himself, "No way... Then, it is Madam's fault. With you going to such lengths, Young Master Lu, she must be moved..."
