"Thank you, Housekeeper Ye." Xia Qingqian didn't delay, and the luggage bag in her hand was taken by Ye Feng. As if she thought of something, she tugged at Ye Feng's sleeve and said, "Housekeeper Ye, can I go see Uncle Quan?" After all, she had implicated Uncle Quan, causing him to still lie in bed.
She felt a bit reluctant and heartbroken, wanting to say goodbye to Uncle Quan before leaving.
Ye Feng looked at the time, thought for a moment, and then nodded, "Okay, but don't take too long, only five minutes."
Xia Qingqian gave Ye Feng a grateful smile, turned, and went to Uncle Quan's room. Uncle Quan was lying on the bed, breathing evenly. Perhaps because he heard the door opening, he opened his eyes and said, "Girl, are you alright?"
She walked over and held Uncle Quan's hand, which was suspended in mid-air, and smiled, "Uncle Quan, I'm sorry, I got you scolded by the Young Master." Although she was smiling, her eyes were moist, glistening with tears.
