Lan Xin felt dizzy from the fall, but upon seeing Huo Lian's shoe, she immediately recognized him as the young master she dreamt about day and night and rushed over to hug Huo Lian's leg.
Huo Lian was a cultivator, after all. His leg wasn't something one could easily hug. With just a flick, Lan Xin fell to the ground, causing herself to bleed from her nose.
Huo Lian frowned, stepping back slightly with disdain, and after a long look couldn't figure out who the servant was... Well, even under normal circumstances, he probably couldn't call out their names. The Huo Family was large and prosperous; the number of servants was innumerable. As someone who, although not officially yet, wielded the authority of the head of the family, recognizing all the servants in his own courtyard was already quite an accomplishment.
And this person wasn't even part of the main residence but rather a servant placed in the separate courtyard whom he wouldn't even see once a year. How could he remember?
