"Master!"
Master Fu was standing among a group of guests, engaged in polite conversation, when he saw his butler, Old Chen, hurrying over in a panic. Pushing through the crowd, he reached Master Fu's side, visibly anxious.
Master Fu frowned. Old Chen had been with him for years and rarely lost composure. "What's wrong? Why are you so flustered? Can't you see there are guests here?"
Old Chen's throat tightened. He glanced nervously at the surrounding guests, clearly hesitant to speak. His eyes were filled with anxiety.
Master Fu wasn't slow to catch on. Seeing the look on Old Chen's face, he immediately knew something had happened. He turned to the guests and smiled politely, "Forgive me, I have a personal matter to attend to. Please make yourselves comfortable."
Anyone who could approach Mr. Fu like this wasn't a fool. Seeing the situation, they quickly responded with smiles, "Of course, we won't keep you."
They politely backed away.