Yun Ya took it and earnestly looked through it. Uncle Chen was a very capable person, and everything was well-arranged, requiring no effort from Yun Ya; she just needed to be the one making decisions.
Yun Ya closed the document and handed it back to him: "Just follow what's written here, Uncle Chen, thank you for your trouble."
Uncle Chen was moved to tears. He had been working at the Ruan Family since he was young and was well aware of the masters' feuds, but as a butler, he had no say in the matter, just like Lady Ruan... such a wonderful woman, yet she fell like this...
At this moment, Yan Song walked in from outside. Uncle Chen wiped his tears, "Miss Ji, it's late, please rest well."
After speaking, he walked away hunched over, his steps faltering.
"Brother Yan." Yun Ya walked up to him, dressed in black, accentuating his cold and proud demeanor. The fine fabric made his stunning face appear devoid of any warmth, as cold as an ice sculpture.
