"What are you standing here for? Whose car is that?"
A stern voice suddenly appeared behind her, scaring the young maid so much that her face turned pale. She hurriedly lowered her head and replied in a trembling voice, "Uncle Zhang, that... that car belongs to Young Master Song. He came to visit Miss Song again. I saw that you weren't around, so I greeted him."
"Is that so?"
Uncle Zhang narrowed his eyes and stared at her for two seconds.
Then, his tone softened. "Alright, go do your work."
"Yes, yes, Uncle Zhang."
She lowered her head and walked quickly, not noticing that Uncle Zhang's seemingly gentle smile had slowly disappeared, and his gaze was extremely cold.
"Someone come."
He held the Thermos flask in his hand and ordered indifferently, "Go check on her."
...
"Brother."
Song Manor. The moment Song Jingwan heard the car engine, she threw down the things in her hands and ran out.
