"I'm not too clear on this, Young Master never speaks of such things, and it's not our place to ask," Steward Zhou made eye contact with Tong Ran. As an elder, he could see the sadness in her eyes that mirrored Mo Nanjue's, "Miss Tong, I hope you can stay by the Young Master's side and keep him company."
"..."
Keep him company... How should she keep him company? Tong Ran knew that when Mo Nanjue got angry, it was no joke; he was a grumpy man with a bad temper, cursing and belittling her at any provocation and... doing a few other things when displeased.
Moreover, such matters were hard to explain. Men were particularly sensitive about this, and even though she wasn't a man, she understood that much.
Tong Ran reached out to stroke Nannan's fur, pursing her lips without responding.
