She busily attended to the Zhao family as they ate, but no one was truly happy, each occupied with their own thoughts.
After breakfast, the five members of the Zhao family crowded into Room No. 3 on the ground floor, not missing a single person.
Originally, Lu He wanted to avoid the gathering, but the elegant Mrs. Zhao held her back: "No need, you should join us as well."
She responded with a nod.
Staying behind didn't mean she had any leisure. She busied herself preparing charcoal pencils and paper for the Eldest Young Master, to facilitate communication.
She placed a cushion behind his back, so he wouldn't be uncomfortable sitting on the stool and could lean back.
Third Young Master Zhao Qi glanced around the worn-out room – the mottled floor, the paint-stripped windows, the simple wooden bed, and the old table and cabinet. He lightly furrowed his brows but said nothing.
His disdainful expression was blatant.
