"Yes, Young Master."
The atmosphere in the dining room instantly fell silent. Meng Yao bit her lip and walked over, placing her hand on his shoulder, "Hall Master..."
Meng Yao was not accustomed to calling him Young Master. In her view, Luo Xiao had never experienced a day as a Young Master. A Young Master should be cherished, but Meng Yao had never seen Luo Xiao being treated that way.
Luo Xiao hung his head down without lifting it. Even from this angle, it was obvious that his profile was already red and swollen. He pushed Meng Yao's hand away, "You should go back."
Meng Yao refused to leave, "I'm not going back."
Luo Xiao ignored her, squatted down, and picked up the broken pieces of porcelain one by one, placing them into the wastebasket, and then turned to get a mop to clean up the spilled food on the floor.
It had taken him nearly five hours to prepare all this.
Meng Yao bent down to help, but Luo Xiao stopped her, "I'll clean up what Xiao Ran spilled."
