"Sir, what are you thinking about? Did I make it difficult for you?" Miss Lu noticed Xu Chang'an's quick and subtle change in expression and spoke with some apprehension.
"Difficult?" Xu Chang'an shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness: "I just feel... sometimes Ms. Zhu worries too meticulously."
Who knows how she manages to look so unkempt during the day, yet worry herself to pieces for him at night.
"Ah, so it's because of this." Miss Lu was momentarily stunned, then covered her face with a laugh: "Sir, that's just her nature. If you've received her kindness, there's no need to keep it in your heart all the time, and don't feel sorry for her, otherwise... she might secretly become quite smug."
Xu Chang'an neither confirmed nor denied, merely giving a slight nod.
Zhu Pingniang is not just a worrier; in fact, she is extremely attentive.
