"I don't know anything." Jing Lei sighed gloomily.
Muyu said with a bitter face, "Although the lady is really nice, and following her surely means no worries about food and clothing, why do I feel so uneasy? Our master left us all with the lady, what if he has no one by his side?"
"The master is very strange." Jing Lei's words were still few, but concise.
Muyu scratched his head in frustration, "It's not that I don't want to follow the lady, I'm just afraid no one will be with the master. Hey, do you think the master might have other subordinates?"
"I don't know." Jing Lei said expressionlessly, "I listen to the master."
"Then I also listen to the master." Muyu said sullenly.
...
In the following days, the Jiuli Clan returned to peace, but Bai Ruozhu hid in her room privately grieving for a few days, even falling ill.
But every time she went downstairs to eat with her family, she wore a smile, her tone relaxed, as if nothing had happened.
