Early in the morning, the Zhong Family was leisurely having breakfast. It seemed that no one had any pressing matters today, so almost everyone was present except for Li Yiqiu, who was resting in bed.
Zhong Niangyao was among them, naturally. She didn't have classes this morning, so there was plenty of time.
However, in such a comfortable moment, Uncle Wu, the butler, hurried in with an obviously anxious look on his face.
"Uncle Wu, what's happened?" Zhong Minghao, who had furrowed his brow and did not look pleased, asked. "You're usually so steady when you go about things. What has made you lose your composure today?"
Old Sir Zhong, however, maintained a calm expression, "Old Wu, has something happened?"
He understood his old servant, who had been with their family for decades, very well. It must be something significant to have caused such a reaction.
"Old Sir, it's just..."
