The butler lowered his eyes with a respectful demeanor, saying, "I'm not sure about that. Madam never mentioned it. She only said to let you move there temporarily for reflection, and didn't tell me if the house would be transferred to your name."
He spoke methodically, hands placed in front of him, standing upright like an old scholar.
Chu Xi almost spat blood from anger, her attention fixed on Rong Yan as she squeezed out through her teeth, "I am Mom's daughter. What if she hasn't said it now? The house will be transferred to my name in the future!"
"Well..." The butler seemed troubled, raising his head to quickly glance at her before returning to his formal state. "Madam hasn't mentioned these things to me either. You are Madam's foster daughter. If Mr. Qin has no objection, perhaps that house will be transferred to your name."
Chu Xi had always wanted to hide from Rong Yan that she was merely recognized as Jiang Chenyue's 'foster daughter,' but the butler bluntly revealed it.
