Those two calm, offhand sentences from Qin Xin made the approaching old butler freeze for a moment.
He didn't recognize this girl at first glance—a cool, low-key black hoodie covering half her face, both hands shoved in her pockets; she paused for a second in front of him, then strode past, unhurried yet long-legged.
Who was that?
Thanking him for taking care of her all these years?
Thanking him for arranging for her to "recuperate" in the countryside?
It wasn't until the girl reached the end of the corridor and entered the elevator that the old butler suddenly reacted: "Young Miss…"
Could that have been their little young miss, Lan Qingxin?
But Young Miss has been missing for a long time, even earlier than Miss Qin disappeared.
The old butler's hands trembled with excitement.
The soup jar in his hand almost slipped to the floor.
