Watching Lin Hao walking out the door, Lan Xiyue suddenly felt a daze.
She didn't understand why she trusted Lin Hao, but she had made her choice, and never thought about changing it.
"Lin Hao." Suddenly, as if remembering something, she called out.
Lin Hao stopped and turned around: "What did you call me?"
"Lin..." Biting her teeth, Lan Xiyue said, "What should I call you?"
"No matter what you call me, as a maid, you need to be aware of your status. My full name is not something you can address," Lin Hao said calmly and seriously.
Lan Xiyue, this kind of woman, really needs to be disciplined. He didn't truly need any maid; the current situation was purely because Lan Xiyue was following him.
Lin Hao has always hated being followed.
"Lin... Young Master!" Biting her teeth again, Lan Xiyue changed her address, "Young Master Lin, when are you planning to... help me?"
"Latest by three months from today. Of course, if I feel like it, I might help you earlier."
