For Huangfu Jue, Qian Xueying was nothing more than a familiar stranger; it was impossible for him to reveal his worries in front of her.
Having said that, Huangfu Jue turned and walked toward the door.
"Will, see the guest out!"
"Yes, sir!" Will, standing by the sofa, watched him leave, then turned to Qian Xueying with an apologetic smile, "Miss Ying, I'm very sorry, the Duke, he... he has been in a rather bad mood recently."
"No worries," Qian Xueying stood up, "I... I can understand. Actually, I... I really meant no harm, I've always admired the Duke greatly, and I'm somewhat friends with Gan Yuan, too. I just thought that there might still be a chance for reconciliation between the Duke and Gan Yuan, which is why I wanted to help them communicate."
"I understand how you feel!" Will spread his hands helplessly, "But... I'm afraid you won't be able to help this time, would you like some more tea?"