"Uncle Zhang, is the old man at home?"
Even addressing the domestic staff was more polite than calling Song Xingguo by name.
Housekeeper Zhang sized up Song Anjiu, stunned for quite a while before calling over a maid, "Hurry, go tell Mr. Song, the young miss is home!"
"Miss, is it really you?" the housekeeper asked excitedly.
"Mm."
"You look… very beautiful like this," the housekeeper said sincerely.
Although this girl was unruly and had a bad temper, she never made life difficult for them, the servants. In contrast, the new mistress, Fang Ru, would give them money when she was happy but treated them as if they were nothing when not. The nanny who had just been fired had lied because she knew too well what would happen if Fang Ru discovered that it was her negligence that had led to whatever incident with the child.
"Thank you." Song Anjiu stepped into the house.
It had been over a month since she last returned, feeling like a lifetime had passed.
"Anjiu is back!"
