Butler Ling always liked seeing Xu Chaomu, especially when she smiled; there was something particularly innocent about it.
"Butler Ling, how is Uncle Cheng's arm doing?" Xu Chaomu asked with concern.
"Much better, there are basically no major issues now. The hospital that Fourth Young Master found for him is quite good. His arm is just like before, no problems at all."
"That's good, I was worried that it might have been because of me..." Xu Chaomu's voice trailed off.
"No, no, that incident has nothing to do with you, Chaomu. You shouldn't carry any psychological burden." Butler Ling knew Xu Chaomu was kind-hearted and always felt that she had implicated Old Cheng.
"I'll visit Uncle Cheng again another day."
Butler Ling nodded, "Sure, I just told him yesterday that the Fourth Young Madam has been concerned about you."
"The events of that night were just too terrifying. If not for Uncle Cheng, I don't know what would have become of me."