This side of the mansion, how many servant girls have the little guy driven away? Each and every one of them couldn't handle the kid.
"I..."
Zhen Wu pursed his lips, at a loss for words.
What kind of solution could he possibly have? He thought maybe after a few more days, once the little guy had enough of making trouble and realized there was no way out, he would settle down, right?
After all, the little guy couldn't starve to death.
Because whenever mealtime came around, he would quietly sit down and eat, but as soon as he finished eating, he would start causing a fuss, wanting to go home again.
"Could it be, he always caused such a disturbance at the National Teacher's residence?"
Jiang Zuo couldn't help but ask himself.
"Nonsense!"
Zhen Wu gave him a sideways glance, feeling that what he said was as good as saying nothing at all.