Back at the residence, Xiaojin stood guard outside the room door.
"Madam Third Young Master, Master must have told you, today is my last day taking care of the Third Young Master!" Xiaojin let out a long sigh.
"I heard! Xiaojin, why the sighs?" Zhong Lingling looked curiously at the skinny Xiaojin.
He wore a look of unending worry.
Asked by Zhong Lingling, he choked up even more.
"I've been taking care of the young master since I was eighteen! It's been five years! It's really hard to leave the young master, and my mother is seriously ill. If I lose this job, I won't be able to find a new one immediately, and I'll have no way to support my mother!" With that, Xiaojin burst into tears.
Upon hearing this, Zhong Lingling felt a surge of sorrow.