After expressing her gratitude, Gu Nuan walked to the staircase, carefully holding the handrail as she descended.
When she reached the second floor, she saw Zhong Qiaohui standing by the railing, gazing down absentmindedly.
Looking over, Miss Zhong seemed to be daydreaming, resting her cheeks on both hands, as if she were in a dream.
Gu Nuan walked over to her and looked down as well, curious about what she was observing.
Glancing downstairs, since they had arrived in the afternoon, just as Zhuang Haoxiong said, tonight the place was planning to host these two esteemed guests. Thus, dinner preparations were already in full swing before the owner returned.
Staff bustled in and out, carrying China-made porcelain and other Chinese items, placing them in the hall and heading into the castle's dining room to set up the tableware.
It truly resembled the luxurious setting of a noble family in a TV drama.
No wonder Miss Zhong felt like she was dreaming of being a princess.
