Yao's nerves tensed. He looked up and saw little Meimei almost approaching. He was about to turn around to remind Dan Tingye, but Meimei noticed him first.
"Mr. Yao, I want to see Tingye. Is that okay?"
"..."
Yao's body stiffened, as if he was instantly encased in plaster. Now he was stuck, unable to advance or retreat.
He could only turn around, afraid that Dan Tingye in the living room wouldn't hear, and replied in a voice twice as loud as usual.
"Miss Meimei, good morning."
"Hello, Mr. Yao. Has Tingye woken up? I want to see him. Why does the guard keep saying he's resting? Was he punished by uncle?"
"..."
Such a direct question, how was he supposed to answer?
Young master, did you hear that? Give me a hint, this person is at the door now. Are you going to see her or not? If not, when I send her away, don't feel sorry later and take it out on me.
