"Hmm?"
Xiao Yi gradually came to, but his consciousness was still somewhat hazy.
After collecting his thoughts, his head began to clear a bit.
He found himself lying in a bed.
Ahead, there was a desk, and in front of the desk, a young woman had her back to him, seemingly fiddling with something.
The woman, dressed in light clothes, appeared to be quite young.
At that moment, the woman heard Xiao Yi's faint 'hmm' sound and turned around.
"Young Master, you're awake," she said, somewhat surprised.
"Who is Miss?" Xiao Yi frowned as he looked at the woman in front of him.
The woman, around 17 or 18 years old.
Her features were delicate, not stunning enough to sink fish or fall geese, but still quite beautiful.
"Just call me Youyou," the woman said with a sweet smile.
"And you, Young Master?"
"I..." Xiao Yi was about to say something.
The door creaked open.
An elderly man walked in slowly, looking at Xiao Yi with displeasure on his face.
