Uncle Zhang, who was downstairs, was watching Roly Poly control the two familiar large scissors with great interest. It was cutting the flowers and plants in the courtyard skillfully.
Hearing Su Yayan's request, the old man, who had spent most of his life in the Huo family, was stunned for a moment.
"You mean…"
Su Yayan shushed Uncle Zhang. "I hope that no one knows about this before the dust settles. Chenhuan… cannot be disturbed."
Uncle Zhang immediately understood what Su Yayan was implying and confirmed his thoughts. His eyes reddened and he started trembling uncontrollably.
He knew that his Young Madam had been secretly treating his Young Master's leg recently.
Every morning, he would wake up early and personally go to their room to pack up the herbs and remove them. These were all used for bathing or soaking their feet the previous night.
Before this, Uncle Zhang was doubtful of Su Yayan's actions, or rather, he was not optimistic.