Yan Xiaoru was feeling anxious and dejected.
Despite being the esteemed Elder of the Demon Sect, she only showed her softer side in front of Aunt Su.
After all, it was Aunt Su who had watched her grow up and raised her after her parents died when she was young.
Although they were ostensibly master and servant, Aunt Su was the last family Yan Xiaoru had in the world.
Seeing the worried look on her mistress's face, Aunt Su smiled faintly and said, "Miss, if you want to know what he's thinking, why not just call him over and ask?"
"Li Muyang may be a slick little thing, full of cunning thoughts, but his nature is still fundamentally good."
"If you treat him with sincerity, Miss, he will surely repay you with true feelings."
As an elder, Aunt Su naturally could see a little more clearly.
In her eyes, the relationship between her young lady and that boy was somewhat tangled and awkward, ambiguously unclear.
