C33 White Painting

Nan Yang saw that Yan Xiaoke didn't ask any further questions, so he let out a sigh of relief.

But then again, he was an old fool, why was he always messing up the things Young Lord told him? This was typical doing bad things with good intentions.

What an old fool, his brain short-circuited. He only wanted to prevent Young Lord from getting into any danger, but he neglected the main reason why he transferred Yan Xiaoke to Young Lord.

"Hm!" Young Lord is still in the study room, you should hurry and wait there! " Nan Yang said and walked towards the stairs.

Yan Xiaoke immediately came to the door of the study room and stood there, waiting for Young Lord's call.

In the study.

Nan Shaoloong sat on a chair and explained to the man in the hologram, "Zhao, I'll leave the matters outside to you and A'Mo for now. Don't bother me unless you have a problem that you can't solve. "

"Got it, Young Lord. However, Young Lord, I really don't understand. It's just a death knight, is there a need for you to personally step in? And I have to put down the things that I have to do first. "

The figure in the hologram was called Nan Zhao. He had been a follower that was placed beside Nan Shaoloong since he was young. He was also one of Nan Shaoloong's most trusted subordinates. He had a puzzled expression on his face as he asked about the puzzling matter.

"Zhao, you talk too much." Although Nan Shaoloong's tone was very casual, it could make Nan Zhao, who was projected on the screen, tremble in fear.

"Young Lord, your subordinate has crossed the line. Please punish him." In the projection, Nan Zhao's hands were hanging straight and his body was bent low. He didn't dare to raise his head to look at Nan Shaoloong.

"This time, let's forget about it. If this happens again, I'll just go to the Discipline Hall and receive my punishment." Nan Shaoloong looked keenly at Nan Zhao in the projection with his deep eyes.

This caused Nan Zhao, who was in the projection, to be unable to look up, to tremble slightly.

"Yes." But he didn't dare look up at his own Young Lord.

Nan Shaoloong tapped the smartphone in his hand after Nan Zhao finished his reply.

As the projection in front of his eyes disappeared, Nan Shaoloong leaned his back against the chair and pondered.

Although Nan Zhao was someone he trusted, that gentle energy was too rare.

No, it should be said that it was too precious. Therefore, he would not tell anyone before he received information regarding the source of the energy.

If one more person knew about this, it would mean that there was a higher possibility of it leaking out.

Standing up from his chair, he decided to go for a run in the gym.

He opened the door and walked out. He did not even glance at Yan Xiaoke, who was standing at the door, before he headed straight for the gym.

Although he wanted Yan Xiaoke to put down her guard as soon as possible, it was still a good opportunity for him to have a whole new level of respect for her as a servant, and not to be so amiable with her all of a sudden.

Also, to make Yan Xiaoke let her guard down, she needed to find another opportunity to interact with the outside world.

"Ai!"

Thinking of this, Nan Shaoloong couldn't help but sigh again in his heart.

Uncle Nan could really cause trouble for himself! However, she couldn't get angry at him. After all, he was doing this for her own good, and he was an elder who had watched her grow up.

After Nan Shaoloong came out, Yan Xiaoke immediately closed the door to the study room and followed him.

When Yan Xiaoke arrived at the gym, Nan Shaoloong was already on the treadmill.

He immediately clicked on the touch screen on the wall and had the people downstairs bring him a towel. Then, he came to the side of the treadmill and waited.

After starting up the treadmill, Nan Shaoloong started to run very slowly.

Yan Xiaoke stood straight on the side, her eyes focused on the side of Nan Shaoloong's face.

The expression on his face was very formal. There was no trace of any other emotion in his eyes. He was completely different from the maids that served Nan Shaoloong before, they really treated him as their master.

If Yan Xiaoke was a normal maid, Nan Shaoloong would be very satisfied. He needed this kind of maid, she wouldn't have any thoughts that he shouldn't have.

What a pity!

Soon, someone from downstairs brought up a towel.

This time, it was Bai Hua who came up. She didn't even knock on the door before bringing the towel tray to Treadmill and standing face to face with Yan Xiao.

"Young Lord." He revealed a sweet smile, looked at Nan Shaoloong and smiled sweetly:

Humph! She wasn't a fool like Xiaomei. Giving something to Young Lord was the best way to save face. Of course, she had to go up to Young Lord immediately. Why would she knock at the door!

Silly, he deserved to be reprimanded by South Housekeeper.

Nan Shaoloong, who was on the treadmill, was unmoved by Bai Hua's sweet voice. He didn't even bat an eyelid towards her.

On the other side, Yan Xiaoke saw that Bai Hua didn't give her the plate, thought for a while, then walked over to her. Give me the plate! You can go down now. "

This was her job. The girl purposely didn't give the plate to him, but he couldn't help but take it.

Bai Hua stared viciously at Yan Xiaoke, who was standing in front of him. With a sweet smile, she said, "No need, I'll just carry it. You can rest by the side!"

She thought: Maybe if I show my face in front of Young Lord this time, Young Lord will think of me and call her back? How could he let this ugly woman destroy it?

Yan Xiaoke listened to her words. It was really hard to keep her outstretched hand. It was also impossible to continue holding it up.

But, why did they leave Young Lord with this girl? The South Supervisor had said it before, so she couldn't back down like this. Otherwise, if Young Lord wasn't happy, then she would definitely suffer too.

"This is my job, give it to me! You can go downstairs. " Yan Xiaoke grabbed the plate and asked for it.

However, Bai Hua tightly held onto the plate and did not let Yan Xiaoke take the plate.

At the same time, that sweet smile on her face became extremely ugly. She glared at Yan Xiaoke angrily and signaled her to quickly let go. If Young Lord wasn't here, she would have already started cursing loudly.

Yan Xiaoke looked at Bai Hua and released her hand helplessly.

Where's Young Lord? She couldn't afford to get into conflict with this girl. If he did not, he would definitely have been kicked out of the Nan Family Main Courtyard.

Then he walked to the other side and prayed in his heart: I hope Young Lord won't get mad because of this girl's determination to stay here.

Seeing Yan Xiaoke walk to the other side, Bai Hua glanced at her complacently. Only then did she reveal a sweet smile. Her eyes hid her infatuation as she looked at Nan Shaoloong on the treadmill.

Nan Shaoloong was still seriously running on the treadmill and didn't say anything because Bai Hua acted presumptuously.

After a while, when Nan Shaoloong's forehead started sweating slightly, Bai Hua immediately picked up a towel from his plate and handed it over. "Here's Young Lord."