He wanted Shangguan You to wear a pink princess dress and take a photo to send back to Lin Mengjie. The questions in Shangguan You's mind grew heavier. Watching as Shangguan You's figure disappeared at the stairwell, Ouyang Xuan, who had been sitting, stood up, his sharp eyes glancing over at Maid Zhang.
"Mr. Ouyang, how is Madam?" Maid Zhang's voice trembled slightly, her head bowed even lower.
"She's fine. Your task is to take good care of Miss. I will not permit any mishaps, do you understand?" Ouyang Xuan's voice contained a cold, murderous intent, a heavy pressure bearing down on Maid Zhang.
"I will take good care of Miss and wait for Madam and Sir's return. You can go with peace of mind. As long as I live, I won't allow anyone to harm Miss." Maid Zhang wiped the sweat from her forehead, speaking with firm conviction. As long as Miss is well, Madam will be too.
