Two-faced President, So Hard to Placate (3)

Beneath Yuanyuan's gold-rimmed glasses, a pair of deep black eyes gazed at her, seemingly lost in thought.

Su Qiao did not know his identity either. She gave him a distant, slight nod with dignified elegance, then lightly shifted her steps and unhurriedly walked toward the garden behind them.

While Su Qiao was sizing him up, Zhang Jingyu was also secretly observing her.

She had a graceful figure and an air of splendor.

Although he could not make out her features, she was elegant and tranquil. Standing quietly beneath the White Jade Orchid tree, she was like a graceful poem, her charm as gentle as a soft breeze.

Seeing him staring blankly at Su Qiao's retreating figure, Steward Lu stepped forward and reminded him in a low voice, "Sir, that was the Second Young Mistress."

"Mm."

A faint trace of regret passed through Zhang Jingyu's eyes behind his lenses. "She lives in the back?"

Although Butler Lu did not know why his master was suddenly concerned with such trivial matters today, he still respectfully replied, "Yes."

"She has always lived in the Little White Building behind the residence and hardly ever goes out. It seems the Second Young Mistress's younger sister came just now."

After pondering for a moment, Zhang Jingyu walked down the stairs. "Han has been playing outside for too long. Have him come back for a visit these next few days."

"Yes." Butler Lu was even more surprised.

His master had never meddled in the Second Young Master's affairs.

As for the Second Young Mistress, he had not mentioned her even once in the past two years.

He had only given the order to take good care of her when the Second Young Mistress first entered the household. Why, then, was he acting so strangely today?

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