"Nobody in the family got hurt, right?"
Looking at the mess all around, Ansheng, squatting on the ground, couldn't help scratching his head and asked about the crucial matter.
Financial losses can be counted on Old Lin's account book later; he has his ways, grabbing some unfortunate scapegoats to fill the accounts.
The servants in Lin Ying's villa are all trustworthy family members. If any accidental injuries happened to them, Ansheng felt his conscience would be uneasy.
"Everyone in the family is fine..."
Lin Ying climbed down from the windowsill, landing with a smile and handed Master Fuli a can of ice-cold cola, freshly rescued from the fridge, saying:
"Congratulations, Master Fuli, on your improving skills, it's Xia Dong's fortune to have you!"
"Without Master Fuli, this home would fall apart...." Lin Ying handed over the cola, then lifted her hand to stroke Master Fuli's chin, forcing his originally upright fox ears to droop like airplane ears.
"Hmm...."
