Nan Shan's words were like a knife, mercilessly and cruelly piercing Lan Shu's heart, revealing nothing but harsh reality and unbearable pain, covered in blood and impossible to look at.
She was a bit helpless and flustered, looking at Nan Shan, she opened her mouth: "Did I, did I do something wrong? But what should I do?"
She had already done what she shouldn't have, and couldn't turn back, and the young master wanted her gone, where could she go?
Her heart was all with the young master, now that he didn't want her, where could she go?
Nan Shan looked at her pale face and sighed. She expected too much, even forgetting her own position and lost her sense of proportion.
"Things have come to this, Sister Lan Shu, you should go back to Wen Family." Nan Shan sighed, "Considering that you were sent by the Old Madam and served the young master for years, finding a steward to marry is not a problem."
