"Husband, Madam, it was my idea. Please don't blame Young Master," said Xiaomi, noting Nanzhi's stern expression and fearing she would scold Shen Zhiyu, quickly began to explain.
Nanzhi's look of disappointment made Shen Zhiyu's heart tighten. He wanted to say something, but he felt stifled, unable to utter a word.
"Zhiyu, Zhiyu!" Seeing him unable to respond, Xiaomi was beginning to worry and gently nudged him.
Receiving no answer, Nanzhi couldn't deny her sorrow. She glanced at them and left the room.
Ma Po stepped aside, watching Nanzhi's departing figure, then turned to gaze at the little master who clenched his fists.
"Young Master..." Ma Po moistened her lips and decided to leave sighing with concern for Nanzhi.
"Zhiyu, what's happening with you?" With no adults present, Xiaomi nudged Shen Zhiyu anxiously. When he still didn't respond, Xiaomi looked down only to see his tear-filled eyes.