He was so quiet that he gave Song Yaoyao a fright.
She covered her small face guiltily, her eyes flashing, but she didn't dare to look at Uncle Zhang's face.
She lowered her head, afraid that Uncle Zhang would see through her.
Uncle Zhang looked at her, lowered his head, and smiled. "I'm here to see if you need anything else. Have all the guests left?"
"Yes, yes, they just left."
Song Yaoyao nodded repeatedly. She was extremely obedient.
She couldn't sit still, and her back was straight.
"That's good. Miss Song has worked hard today. Go back to your room and rest early. If you need anything, just ring the bell."
Song Yaoyao agreed. Seeing that Uncle Zhang was about to leave, she suddenly stopped him. "Uncle Zhang, that..."
"Hmmm? Is there anything else?" Uncle Zhang looked lovingly at Song Yaoyao and asked softly.
"Ahem, no, nothing..."
