Upon hearing this, Uncle Ying gave Florence a strange look. Florence raised her eyebrows, puzzled, and asked, "Uncle Ying, is there something wrong?" It was as if she had turned into a monster.
Florence Ford discreetly looked down at her clothing and saw nothing amiss. What she had just said was perfectly normal; there was nothing wrong with it.
She came here to find out how the young master was doing.
In the past ten years, she had asked her father countless times, and he always answered: "Don't meddle in the young master's affairs."
She didn't want to meddle; she just wanted to know how the young master was doing. Even if she wanted to meddle... well, deep down, she really wanted to meddle.
Only those few months of childhood interaction made it impossible for her to forget the young master. The young master from her childhood was handsome and smart; what kind of person would he be now?
Just the thought of it made Florence's adolescent heart race wildly.
