"The steward of Hong Mansion, Zhou Qing, has been awaiting the four young masters for quite some time!"
The middle-aged man was very perceptive, as Fang Tianhua hadn't even left before he approached, bowing deeply in front of the four, then gesturing to the people behind him.
"The maids pay their respects to the four young masters!"
"We common folk pay our respects to the four young masters!"
Over two hundred people knelt before the four siblings in a mass.
The four had never experienced such a scene before, and their expressions immediately turned exceedingly awkward.
Mainly, the four of them were wearing plain cotton clothes, while those kneeling on the ground were mostly dressed in silk garments, with a few maids even wearing finer satin outfits adorned with accessories.
Clearly, those on the ground looked more like young lords and ladies. How could they compare?
