Jiang Xuan hung up the phone and returned, finding the young girl leaning over the table.
She seemed to have drunk too much, her cheek resting on her arm, her eyelashes quietly hanging down like the wings of a black butterfly docked at the shore, occasionally fluttering lightly.
Her complexion was naturally pale, her skin delicate and translucent, slightly flushed, making it quite noticeable. And those long, dense lashes were a deep black, the blend of black, white, and red on her face creating a bright, striking contrast, as if she was wearing makeup, dazzling and radiant.
Jiang Xuan stood there quietly and watched her for a moment before he stepped forward to approach her.
"Mr. Jiang, Miss Xia..."
The servant speaking at that moment, everyone called her Mother Li.
Mother Li was in charge, and had been working there since Jiang Xuan, the fourth young master of the Jiang Family, was a child.