Su Ya always kept her word.
After she had handed the young public expense student over to Su Man, the head housemaid, in the main hall of Greenhill Mansion, she grabbed her bamboo basket, put on her deer-skin gloves, and dashed outside, shouting about catching a Flower Sprite that had crossed the boundary.
Although the head housemaid of Greenhill Mansion didn't say anything, the helplessness in her eyes was even apparent to Zheng Qing.
"I apologize for the trouble," Su Man said as she served Zheng Qing tea.
"Not at all, not at all," the warlock hastened to wave his hand and smiled, "She's still a child; it's good to be lively."
Their conversation made the atmosphere in the room much more harmonious.
Before finishing his tea, the owner of Greenhill Mansion came down to the main hall.
"How has your winter break been?" Su Shijun held a hardcover book in both hands, flipping through the pages with a casual tone.