The head of the Yang family, who was walking in the hall, was stunned when he heard this: "Someone from the Nalan family is coming? Let them in!" He shouted to the outside, and soon, he saw a servant walking in quickly from outside.
"Meet Master Yang."
"Are you from the Nalan family?" The head of the Yang family looked him up and down. His family and the Nalan family didn't have much friendship, so why did someone from the Nalan family come to his door
The servant took off the badge from his waist and handed it forward: "Master Yang, I am a servant from the front yard. I have been ordered to come here to pass on a few words."
After confirming that the badge was genuine, Patriarch Yang handed it back to him and asked in confusion, "What did you say?"
"It's like this. Your second young lady has gone with a guest in our house. She will probably be home late, so don't worry." The waiter said quickly.
"Guests from your house?" The head of the Yang family was stunned when he heard it: "Why did my waiter go with your guests? Who are your guests? Is he a man or a woman? Will my waiter be in danger? Where did they go?"
Hearing him asking several questions in a row, the servant's eyelids twitched and he said, "I don't know either. I just came to pass on a message so that Master Yang doesn't have to worry. My master is trustworthy, so there shouldn't be any problem. I've already passed on my message and will go back first."
Watching the servant bow and then leave, the head of the Yang family frowned, returned to the main seat and sat down in deep thought.
Why did his daughter leave with someone? Could she have left with a man? This girl is really worrying. She is deliberately making him worry at home!
So, after the boy left, he kept wandering around the house, waiting, but his daughter didn't come back until the sun set. As the sky got darker, he couldn't sit still at home, thinking about how a girl like her might have gone out with someone and why she didn't come back so late.
"No, I have to go to the Nalan family to ask." He asked someone to prepare a sedan chair, and when he arrived at the outer gate and was about to go out, he suddenly heard a familiar voice coming from him.
“Daddy!”
He turned around abruptly and looked: "Xiaoer?" He walked over there quickly and looked his daughter up and down: "Where have you been, kid? Why did you come back so late? Don't you know your father will be worried at home?" As he said that, he sniffed and frowned: "Did you drink?"
"Hehe, Daddy, you have a good nose, but I didn't drink too much, I only drank two cups." Yang Xiaoer said happily: "Today I went to Sister Feng's house to play, their house is super beautiful, Daddy, I will go again tomorrow."
"What Sister Feng? Where did Sister Feng come from?" Patriarch Yang asked with a frown, and his eyes swept to the young man in white clothes beside him: "Who are you?"
Leng Hua then stepped forward, bowed, and smiled gently: "Master Yang, my surname is Leng, and I am here on the orders of my master to bring your daughter back."
"Daddy, he is Brother Leng Hua." Yang Xiaoer said while holding her father's hand, her crescent-shaped eyes smiling at the gentle and handsome boy.
"Who is your master?" He frowned. Who is this person? Who is his master? Is there someone in this city that he doesn't know