"Miss Tang, your room is ready," the bodyguard kindly reminded.
"Why so much nonsense? The old master said to let you guys take care of me personally, personally, understand?" Mu Yin glared at him fiercely, emphasizing the word "personally."
After speaking, she angrily blew a strand of hair from her face and continued with the demeanor of a lady, "I'll go up myself; you go tell Aunt Lan to move my stuff up."
She, Mu Yin, didn't believe she couldn't handle him!
Bo Fengheng returned very late, having drunk quite a bit. His handsome face was slightly flushed, and although he wasn't very drunk, his eyes clearly held shadows.
Who knew who had upset him.
"Young Master..." Aunt Lan had been waiting for a while, and as soon as she saw him come back, she hurriedly greeted him. She meant to tell him about the situation that had sprung up today, but seeing his condition, she decided to prepare some sobering soup first, "I'll go prepare..."
