Sang Wan's heart grew even more troubled, and she managed to feign a smile at Yuanyang but said nothing.
Seeing her indifferent expression, Yuanyang felt both pity and confusion. The Young Master was treating her so well, nearly cherishing her in the palm of his hand; wouldn't any woman be moved? But this Miss Wan is quite the opposite, her brows only seem to furrow with more worry.
Yuanyang tactfully fell silent, poured a cup of tea for her and said with a smile, "This slave will hurry the breakfast along, Miss must be hungry!"
Sang Wan was worried she would get another elaborate spread from the kitchen like last night, and quickly said, "I don't have much of an appetite today, just ask the kitchen for a bowl of plain congee and a small dish of spicy pickles!"
Yuanyang obeyed and went to give the orders.
