Xu Xingluo was sent back to her room by the servants.
In the living room.
Xu Guangyao looked weary, and Liu Huimin, with concern, said, "I have no idea how many family members have received this photo."
His heart boiled with rage as he snapped, "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask! You usually have good relations with the high society ladies, why don't you call and probe around at times like this?"
He was always gentle when he spoke, and towards Liu Huimin even more so, like a gentle breeze and mild rain.
This was a first.
Liu Huimin was startled by his tone, and with teary eyes, she said, "I'll make the calls right now."
Xu Guangyao wiped his face and said in a hoarse voice, "Huimin, I'm sorry. I'm just too worried about Xingluo."
"I understand, you've always been very fond of Xingluo."
Liu Huimin felt much better after his reassurance.
