Ye Feng sighed. Ever since a woman named Xia Qingqian appeared by the Young Master's side, everything had changed. In the past few years, no matter what happened, the Young Master always wore the same expression, his face forever cold as ice, his eyebrows never twitching.
But ever since Xia Qingqian's intrusion, the Young Master's expressions had become varied—angry, joyful, gloomy; all kinds of expressions appeared.
But why did things turn out like this? Alas, he was powerless, all he could do was follow the leader's arrangements.
"I'll sit for a while, it's okay. I don't have much stuff, I can handle it myself. No need to trouble you all." She leaned her head on the sofa, frowned, and spoke softly. Once she rested for a bit, she could pack her things and temporarily leave the Young Master's side.
That might be best, it's better to go back, not having to face the Young Master and Gu Ziqian.
