There was a knock at the door, and the servant stood outside with a tray.

"Xiaoling? Come on in!" Ding Yiyi greeted her warmly,

Xiaoling looked at Ye Chuyun timidly, and then walked into the house. Somehow, just to put down the fruit in the tray, the tray actually fell from her hand.

The plate hit the ground, rolled several times, and the fruit was scattered everywhere. Xiaoling shrieked away and looked timidly at Yechu and the clouds.

Ding Yiyi cared, "Are you not feeling well today? If it's really uncomfortable, just take a day off. I'll help you to talk to the housekeeper.

"No Miss Yiyi, I'm fine." The...