"Come here, Pangtuan." Mrs. Zhan pulled Ye Qianning to her side.
Zhan Yi walked over and patted the little girl's head. "Grandpa's here, little one. Don't be afraid."
With his hands behind his back, Zhan Chi glared at the Left General, his eyes dark. The message was clear: 'If you frighten her, I'll make you pay.'
The Left General glanced over several times. 'She's a Xiang family child, so why is the Zhan family getting so worked up?'
'Anyone who didn't know any better would think this was the Zhan estate!'
Before long, all the servants and maids in the manor were summoned to the front courtyard.
"Are they going to let people sleep or not, dragging us out in the middle of the night?"
"Tsk. Keep your voice down. If they hear you, they might cause trouble."
"Cause trouble? This is the General's Manor. So what if they search? Looking for trouble here? Do they have a death wish?"
