"Miss Jiang."
"Jura, you're here, sit down quickly. Today's tiramisu is specially delicious, have a try." Jiang Shiyi said, pushing a piece of tiramisu towards Jura.
"I won't eat, I just came over to tell Miss Jiang something." Jura smiled gently, politely declining.
As a subordinate, although the Young Master and Miss Jiang never treated him as a servant, he himself never let it blur the lines, nor did he ever overstep his bounds, thus he would never dine at the same table with the master.
"What is it?" Jiang Shiyi asked.
"Bai Xue was just taken to the infirmary."
"What happened to her?" Jiang Shiyi looked up at Jura.
"Her face was slashed." Jura replied, then adding after a moment's thought: "I inquired about the specifics of her injury, it's not fatal, but the scars, I doubt even the best plastic surgeon could fix it."
Those maids were ruthless, one of the wounds almost reached the bone.
Jiang Shiyi's eyebrows knitted together: "Who did it?"
