After a tender night, the next afternoon, Yeh Cangqiong drove her to Golden Manor once more.
The familiar scenery along the way always evoked her once beautiful memories.
She didn't expect to encounter Butler Shi here.
Five years had passed without a meeting, and Butler Shi's hair had turned white, his back slightly hunched.
"Miss Chi!" he called out with a trembling voice.
"Uncle Shi!"
Chi Xiaoyu grasped his hand tightly.
She had deep respect for the old man.
When she had been with Gong Beiming, Butler Shi had shown her a lot of care.
In her eyes, he was no longer just a servant, but a sincere elder.
"I don't deserve such honor, Miss Chi, please have a seat..."
Chi Xiaoyu sat down, and everything in Golden Manor remained as it was.
Clean and tidy.
Butler Shi deftly prepared a cup of tea for her.
"Uncle Shi, have you been taking care of this house all these years?"
