Lu Zhan froze, a realization dawning on him. His cool gaze swept over Chen Jiu, who had followed him in.
Chen Jiu shrank back, lowering his head and silently moving to the side, not daring to meet his Princely Heir's icy glare.
'Sigh, my life is so hard.'
'Everything I did, I did it for the Princely Heir.'
Even that scoundrel of an official, Liang Qixian, could see that the Miss was the Princely Heir's beloved. As his personal subordinate, how could he not have the good sense to see it?
So, he had personally made a trip to Pan Yun Mountain Villa to bring the Miss back.
He guessed that seeing the Miss so worried about him, the Princely Heir must be secretly pleased.
But he couldn't call him out on it.
After all, the Princely Heir had always been inscrutable, never letting others easily guess his inner thoughts.
