Toward this younger male cousin, Miss Jun did not have any feelings. All she recalled about him was that he was a cripple. She had not seen him since she had come to the Fang Family.
This was the only grandson of Old Lady Fang, the only male successor of the Fang bloodline. He had been healthy when he was born but had caught an illness during childhood. The doctors had prognosed that he would not live past fifteen.
Miss Jun looked at Young Master Fang. This child was very naughty. How did he climb up the faux mountain.
When he saw Miss Jun sizing him up, Young Master Fang’s calm face broke into a smile.
“Miss Jun actually sees me,” he said with a husky voice. “Third Tao, go tell the kitchens that we will have an extra meal this afternoon.”
Behind him, a young servant boy heard his words and, after carefully looking at Miss Jun, timidly passed the order to other servants.
Miss Jun did not say anything, though, the servant girl next to her stuck up her nose.
