After the housekeeper left, the maid shivered in fear.
The exceptionally noble young master had eyes that were truly cold and profound, intimidating anyone from meeting his gaze.
The girl sitting on his knee, though wearing a mask, had clear eyes.
She seemed like a handful of pure, immaculate snow in the winter.
Making the mud by the roadside feel self-consciously inferior.
The maid lowered her head deeply.
Chu Ping asked, "What is your name?"
"Sir, my name is Yuanshuang," she replied.
"I want to ask you about someone. If you help me, all of this will be yours."
As Chu Ping finished speaking, he pulled out a bulging wallet from his sleeve and placed it directly on the table.
Yuanshuang looked up, surprised, at the pouch of silver.
It seemed like a lot!
She immediately asked respectfully, "Please instruct me, sir. I will tell you everything I know."
"In the villa, is there a girl named Han Meiyu?" Chu Ping asked.
