The housekeeper had never seen this image of Lu Xiaoxiao, and for a while did not know how to comfort him. He just sighed silently and spoke slowly after a long time as if he had made up his mind.

"Madam, I always thought that you could understand who the young master is, and that you could understand what kind of existence you are for him."

The housekeeper's voice is faint, with a little old age, but more bitter and helpless.

Lu Xiaoxiao's mind was pulled back by the housekeeper. She was a little distracted. Her eyes, which were always bright, were also tinged with a little grey.

Lu Xiaoxiao...