Duan Ziqing's train of thought left An Yiqing somewhat at a loss, wondering how this was an almost thirty-year-old grown man—it was clearly a little rascal in the throes of adolescence!
An Yiqing deeply sympathized with her innocently getting caught in the crossfire and then comforted Duan Jingning before she finally got a chance to sit down for a rest. But as soon as she took a breath, trouble came knocking again.
"Little girl, could I trouble you with something?" Peng Shaohe took a call, then turned and walked over to An Yiqing. Behind him was the manor's butler, looking at An Yiqing with a gaze mixed with scrutiny, curiosity, and delight.
An Yiqing was puzzled—what was this old butler so happy about?
"Grandpa Peng, tell me, I'll do my best."
