Zhan Hanjue stood at the door, holding the necklace given by his grandmother, hesitating whether to knock.
At that moment, the maid happened to pass by and was surprised to see him wandering at the door: "Young Master, are you alright?"
Zhan Hanjue put on an expression of noble coldness, lightly coughed, and said, "It's fine."
"Oh."
The maid nodded.
Usually, the Young Master hardly spoke, very serious, and they were all afraid of him.
So, she didn't dare to say much, even avoided looking at him directly.
She hurriedly carried a bowl of bird's nest porridge, knocked on the door, intending to bring it to the Young Madam.
"What are you carrying?" Zhan Hanjue asked.
With her head down, the maid replied, "Bird's nest porridge. The old lady instructed that every day a bowl should be made for the Young Madam, to ensure she eats it."
Zhan Hanjue smiled.
His grandmother probably wanted a grandchild again, hence the health supplements.
