At this point, Bai Lingling felt that Uncle Shen's eyelids were working harder than the kitchen servants during festival season.
Uncle Shen finally walked closer and lowered his voice. "Young Miss, your cousin has already been carried back."
Bai Lingling gave a small sound of acknowledgment, looking completely unsurprised.
Of course she had been carried back.
After kneeling, sweating, bowing, losing the pendant, losing her face, and being stared at by Little Black the whole time, if Yun Wanrou had still managed to walk back proudly on her own two feet, then Bai Lingling would have respected her a tiny little bit.
Only a tiny bit.
A very tiny bit.
Uncle Shen continued, "The master has already heard about it."
Bai Lingling's expression did not change at all.
Her uncle knowing about it was as natural as the sun rising in the east.
