"Madam Dowager, the Old Master has returned to the mansion!"
Song Ci's hand trembled, and the yarn ball in her hand dropped to the floor. She looked at Xiaoman, who'd come to report, and her smile faded a few degrees. "Got it."
Xiaoman saw her lack of enthusiasm and recalled what the former maids had warned her: the Madam Dowager and the Old Master didn't get along, so best not to mention him in front of the old lady unless absolutely necessary, lest she be displeased.
Xiaoman withdrew.
Song Ci sighed. "So much for my peaceful days—they're about to get put on pause again."
Nanny Gong's gaze flickered. She snorted a laugh. "Listen to you, as if the Old Master would move into your courtyard the moment he comes back."
"Who'd live with him!" Song Ci's face showed fright. Could they not mess with her like this?
