Chapter Thirty-nine: Searching for People

The young maid was about fifteen or sixteen years old. After paying respects to Tang Luo and Manager Xu, she stood in place, with her little head lowered. If it hadn't been for Tang Luo's unimpressive height, he wouldn't have been able to see the wronged look in her eyes. Her dark eyes were fixed on the ground in front of her feet.

Am I really so terrifying? Tang Luo doubted. He thought he was so kind to the servants in the house, there was no reason for them to fear him.

Adjusting his facial expression, he put on a refreshing young boy's face and casually asked, "What's your name?"

"I'm Xing Yu," the little maid answered, her face full of grievance.

"Xing Yu, I want to ask you, do you remember the person who told me stories when you used to take care of me?" Tang Luo asked, smiling.

Hearing Tang Luo's words and seeing his expression, Xing Yu was filled with alarm, stuttering, too scared to make a sound.