Hearing the noise, Xiao Wu hurried into the room, looking at the tear-streaked face of Si Xingyao with heartache, "Oh dear, young master, why are you crying?!"
"The young lady has been missing for over a decade. The chances of finding her are slim; it's normal. Maybe she's already..."
Si Xingyao, who was caught up in grief, immediately shouted angrily, "Shut up!"
Startled, Xiao Wu exclaimed, "Young master, I, I was just upset seeing you so sad, so I spoke without thinking. Please don't blame me..."
"I will blame you!"
Si Xingyao furiously threw a pillow at Xiao Wu.
Xiao Wu didn't dare to dodge and let the pillow hit his face.
He sighed; if getting hit by the young master could somehow improve his mood, he didn't mind getting hurt or enduring some grievance.
Si Xingyao felt utterly miserable and directly ordered Xiao Wu, "Go get me a bottle of wine, I want to drink!"
