Xiao Qimo was just thinking this when the Yun Family's maid suddenly rushed in from outside, looking quite peculiar as she called out.
"Miss!"
The "Miss" she was referring to was naturally Lu Mian.
Everyone in the room turned collectively to look in the direction of the sudden voice.
Lu Mian lifted her head, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowing in displeasure at another interruption.
The originally joyful row of relatives, knowing Xiao Qimo's disposition, exchanged glances, a sense of foreboding washing over them.
"Could it be..."
"What a calamity!"
Then everyone silently turned their gazes to Xiao Qimo, and in the decisive eyes of Lord Mo, they saw the words "panic."
All that was left was sympathy; even the Yun Family felt a bit sorry for him.
Xiao Qimo: ...
The gentle man, after a few seconds of silence, said nothing nor asked, closing his eyes in a resigned powerlessness tinged with grief.
Here we go again!
He had become accustomed to such situations.
