"An Ge, you're back."
An Kexin called softly.
Her eyes, gentle as water, gazed affectionately at Zhou Jin'an; her rosy lips parted slightly as if she had a thousand words to say, yet she restrained herself.
The thermos she was carrying fell to the ground as they nearly collided, spilling soup all over the floor.
The butler, seeing this, hastened to clean it up.
"During the time that Mrs. Zhou was suffering from headaches, Miss An came to accompany and inquire after her every day. Hearing that massages could relieve headaches, Miss An even went to the lengths of learning the skill. Mrs. Zhou's headaches have eased a bit these past few days, and Miss An has played a significant role in that," the butler said.
The butler was Mrs. Zhou's confidante, and his words were designed to cast An Kexin in a favorable light.
Lowering her gaze, she did not take credit but instead appeared shy, "Aunt Liu, I only did a little within my capability, it's nothing worth mentioning."
