Nian Xiaomu: "…"
Her hand that was grasping the spoon stopped moving; she twisted her head around anxiously and scanned the surroundings of the dining room, but did not spot signs of Yu Yuehan.
She swallowed down the rice in her mouth forcefully. Confused, she looked at him and asked, "Butler, what are you talking about?"
"…"
"Are you alright?" Nian Xiaomu placed the spoon down. She stood up and walked to the butler; just when she was about to reach out and feel his forehead, the butler avoided her.
His strict old face displayed a hard-pressed and panicked look that was rarely seen on him.
It was a distinct contrast to the old-fashioned and cautious look that he usually had.
Like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, he met her gaze and emphasized guiltily, "I prepared your meal. Finish up your meal and head to bed early after you've had your fill."
Then, he turned around and left after he had said his piece.