The housekeeper finished speaking and, in a futile effort to cover up, covered his mouth, "Ah, ma'am, don't let the young master know. He once instructed us that we couldn't let you know."
Shu Wan gave the housekeeper a faint look, neither good nor bad, "You may go now. I'll keep this stuff."
"Okay."
The housekeeper quickly left and Shu Wan sat on the sofa, holding the note in her hand, contemplating.
By the time she went downstairs again, her expression had returned to normal.
But when she sat down at the dining table and saw the fried eggs and mixed noodles, Shu Wan's gaze paused.
In her past life, Shu Wan was taken care of by many maids and servants, but compared to that, the service at the estate was even more meticulous and attentive.
Shu Wan had always thought that this was because the estate's servants were well trained, but now she realized that it was because Fu Siyu stood behind them.
Therefore, every detail she laid eyes on became connected to that note.
