บท 627: Bent

"Zuo Qiu?" Ling Han laughed. He invented nonsense thoughtlessly as he said, "That guy suddenly took a fancy for his coachman and decided to elope with him, so he urged me to attend the banquet in his place."

The old butler was astounded. He'd seen Zuo Qiu Le Cheng a few times, and each time, Zuo Qiu Le Cheng would come for the lady of the house, earnestly pursuing her, so why did he suddenly take a fancy for his own coachman? Could it be that when the lady rejected him, she was too cold, which led to too great of a shock for Zuo Qiu Le Cheng's, warping his view on life, bending it forcibly?

"May I ask how to address this young master?" he asked. Anyway, his duty was to welcome guests, and whoever came over on this carriage would be qualified to enter the private manor; this was the rule, which he had to obey.

"Han Lin." Ling Han used a pseudonym again; not that he cared whether or not he'd be exposed by others.