Gu Siting was heading to an important banquet that evening.
He was on his way when he received the call from Aunt Zhong.
Driving in front lay Lu Zhou, who clearly felt Fourth Master's aura turn colder.
Could it be that his wife had caused some trouble again?
Gu Siting's jawline tightened, his expression revealing a frosty sternness and seriousness.
"A little maid goes missing, and you need to find me for this?"
He had misunderstood her before, but he had personally picked her up last night and even apologized. If she was still upset, what did it have to do with him?
"We need to find you and Steward Zhong," Gu Siting hung up the phone.
Ming Yao was always causing trouble, and now even a little maid at home was not giving him peace.
Gu Siting loosened his tie a bit and pressed his temples with long fingers.
He planned to rest with his eyes closed and gather his spirits when suddenly, the scene from this morning as he left the Imperial Garden flashed in his mind.