"Madam!" the housekeeper cred out anxiously. She then rushed over and supported her up.
Han Ruchu struggled to stand, but she still continued to chase her son whilst limping.
The housekeeper called out in agony, as though she was going to cry. "Master, young master!"
Qiao Anhao was downstairs when she saw Xu Jiamu storming downstairs, fuming. She hastily stood up. "Brother Jiamu, what's wrong?"
Xu Jiamu didn't say a word, striding out the door.
Qiao Anhao glanced over at Han Ruchu at the bottom of the stairs. She grabbed Xu Jiamu's arm and said, "Brother Jiamu, Aunt Xu tripped up."
Xu Jiamu slightly halted, and looked as though he was going to turn his head back to sneak a glance, but eventually, he decided against it. He gently pulled away from Qiao Anhao's grip, and walked out without saying a word, a dark expression on his face.
