“This is my house?” Leng Youlan said coldly but with certainty. She could hear the meaning behind Youlian’s words.
If Leng Youlan hadn’t covered most of her face, Youlian wouldn’t have dared to speak to her like this. She replied respectfully, “Yes,” but a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.
Youlian felt she no longer needed to stay here, as the person who could help her was not present. Her eyes quickly flashed with sadness, disappearing in an instant. She said respectfully, “Madam, if there’s nothing else, Youlian will take her leave.”
Leng Youlan noticed the emotion in the woman’s eyes. Her instinct told her this woman could be helpful. Leng Youlan said calmly, “I’m not familiar with this place. Stay and accompany me.”
“Madam, I have many things to handle,” Youlian was unwilling to waste time on these matters.
The elderly housekeeper stood in the most prominent place, with three beautifully dressed women beside him.
Cold Yulan looked at the approaching old man and calmly asked, “You’re the housekeeper?”
The old man looked around, not seeing the handsome man he expected, and politely asked, “Yes, may I ask when the master will arrive?”
Cold Yulan noticed the three women beside the old man, feeling disgusted by Lei Tianyi’s ability to entangle with women. If she knew these three were his mistresses, he would never see her or the child again.
Cold Yulan skipped the housekeeper’s question and raised an eyebrow at the three women, “What are these three for?”
The housekeeper pointed to the women beside him, “This is Miss Lifanya from the Leight family, this is Miss Dali from the Caluda family, and this is Miss Eugène from the Heisda gang.”
Cold Yulan thought to herself, how conveniently gathered are these ladies from various circles? Dali seems to be Mili’s sister too? She sneered, “I’m asking what they do, not who they are.”
The old man hadn’t expected such a cold response, blaming himself for underestimating her. As a housekeeper, he couldn’t offend anyone sent by the master.
Looking at the three arrogant women beside him, he awkwardly said, “They are servants I hired.”
“We are the master’s exclusive servants,” the hot-tempered Eugène said proudly.
“Exclusive servants?” Cold Yulan’s eyes began to burn.
“Yes,” Dali said.
