The Old Madam, Li Shengxiao, Rong Yan, and the family butler all waited anxiously for Sir Nie's examination results.
Jiang Nuan clenched her hands even tighter, her face so tense it had changed color.
Fu Yi saw how anxious she was, and for some reason, he wasn't nervous at all, holding Jiang Nuan's hand in front of everyone and gently reassuring her, "I've accepted the worst outcome long ago. It's okay, don't worry."
"Okay." How could Jiang Nuan not worry? She struggled to move her lips, wanting to comfort him, but the stiff expression on her face betrayed that her heart wasn't at ease at all.
Just then, Sir Nie finished his examination and rolled down his pant leg.
"Old Nie, how is my grandson?" The Old Madam was of the same generation as Nie Bing, calling him Old Nie with a warm familiarity that was respectful, a liberty others dared not take.
