Su Huarong was startled by the other party's unpredictability!
Upon realizing it was this servant, he sighed in relief: "She Lao, why did you come out? The weather is cold now, you should return to your room quickly. Don't catch a cold."
"My body is very sturdy."
The old servant's voice was oddly peculiar, he leaned out to look, as though he could discern something.
"Young Master, who brought you home just now?"
"Ah, that was the carriage sent by Marquis Zhenguo. Today is my little niece's first birthday. I had a few drinks."
Su Huarong was half-drunk, swaying as he walked. He almost stumbled into the center of the flower stage several times. Fortunately, the old servant held him up in time.
"Young Master, walk this way, watch your step..."
The old servant helped him into the house and brought warm water for him to wash and rinse off. Only when Su Huarong was asleep did the servant venture nearer, gritting his teeth.