"Young Master!" The servant ran over and stood a respectful distance away from him, bowing in greeting.
Zhao Qi still stood with his hands behind his back, gazing unwaveringly at the ripples on the pond surface caused by the fish fighting over food, without moving or acknowledging the presence.
"Young Master, I have an urgent matter to report," the servant had no choice but to raise his voice.
Only then did Zhao Qi slowly turn around, looked at him and said indifferently, "Uncle Zhong, have you forgotten my rules? Go back! We'll talk about it when I return!"
An urgent matter? What urgent matter could there possibly be here!
"Young Master..."
"Leave!" Zhao Qi's voice remained flat, devoid of any fluctuations, but Uncle Zhong knew he was annoyed.
"Yes..." Uncle Zhong did not dare to insist, respectfully retreated a few steps, and stood with his hands down.
