Lu Yan pulled a long face. "Since when does your master need to inform you of what he is doing?"
Dong Jing, "..."
A few seconds later, Steward Zhang personally brought a rope over and handed it into Lu Yan's hand.
Lu Hand took the rope, satisfied. Then he went into the side hall, completely failing to notice that Steward Zhang was watching him with a worried expression.
Lu Yan pushed open the door and closed it in one go.
Steward Zhang was left alone outside in the courtyard looking anxious. The master should not be taking things too hard, surely…
Qi Qingyao was still seated there. She did not dare put pressure on this patient. There were only two people alone in the room—that was already an improvement for someone like him who had a psychological disorder.
If she simply got up and moved around, she might cause Lu Yan a great psychological burden.
She was very clear about this.
That was why.