Gu Changsheng swore she had never felt Xiao Cui's presence to be so crucial, she was practically a savior!
Always languid and sentimental, Gu Changsheng sprang forward with a swift step, flung the door open, and asked anxiously, "What's the matter, Xiao Cui? Why are you so flustered?"
Quickly rescue her, she did not want to stay a moment longer in a place where Zhou Mu was! Gu Changsheng's heart cried out silently.
"Madam, didn't you just help that maid who sold herself to bury her father? She has just arrived," Xiao Cui said, catching her breath while holding a food box.
"She hasn't left yet?" Gu Changsheng frowned, hadn't she just sent her away?
"Do you know?" Xiao Cui looked startled.
"Yes, the waiter came by just now, and I had him send her away." Gu Changsheng adjusted her skirt; the ancient long skirts were so troublesome, making it inconvenient to run away—she definitely needed to modify it.
"But, she's still kneeling at the entrance of the inn," Xiao Cui added.
