His eyes were greedily looking at Murong Lie who was walking at the front. He was so surprised that he kept thinking in his mind: If the earl saw the young master, I don’t know how happy he would be. Maybe his illness would be much better soon, and his health would be better.
It’s not guaranteed that he will recover slowly!
His black baroque leather shoes stepped in the rain without hesitation. The rain kept falling from the sky and dripped onto his head, face, and clothes, and he didn't care.
"Master," he looked at Murong Lie excitedly and suddenly knelt down on one knee, "I finally see you."
Murong Lie, on the other hand, looked at him kneeling in the rain coldly, with the crystal water splashing on the ground. He didn't mean to be moved at all. Instead, the corners of his bright red and thin lips slightly raised, and he said sarcastically: "It seems true.
It’s because I’ve watched too many sad dramas.”
The steward raised his head and looked at him pleadingly: "Master, we found you with great difficulty. Please come back with us. Lord Earl, I really, really want to see you!"
Murong Lie walked down the granite steps without stopping and glanced at the manager coldly: "Really? But I don't want to see him."
He sneered: "Why should I meet a stranger?"
Ananda behind him opened the black umbrella with a "pop" and raised it high to hold an umbrella for Murong Lie, while Song Ruqiao opened a blue umbrella herself, and the three of them walked to the two cars respectively.
Song Ruqiao got into her blue car, while Ananda held an umbrella for Murong Lie, and the two of them walked towards a black luxury car.
The steward's expression of surprise froze somewhat, and the pleading color in his deep blue eyes became even deeper, almost like pleading.
"Master, please, please. Lord Count has relapsed. The doctor said that he... what he wants to see most is you!"
Seeing that Murong Lie just sneered, he had already walked to the black RV. He moved his knees on the rain-covered marble floor and knelt down beside Murong Lie. His pale face was full of pleading: "Master!"
Ananda had seen the envoy sent by the count more than once, and he had no feelings for the manager who came this time. His expression remained unchanged, holding a black umbrella in one hand and opening the door of the black RV for Murong Lie with the other.
Murong Lie did not get into the car immediately, but stood in front of the car, turning his head coldly, with a sinister curve of his lips on his extremely handsome face.
"Master?"
He smiled coldly at the manager, "I'm not your young master, and I don't know you."
After saying that, he got on the car without looking back, and didn't take another look at the manager kneeling in the rain.
"Master..."
The manager wanted to say something else, but Ananda had already closed the car door for Murong Lie. The high-grade black bulletproof window glass blocked Murong Lie's handsome and cold face, and the manager's face became even paler.
Ananda glanced at the steward impatiently. He was so grumpy that he didn't want to say anything. When he passed by the steward, he stepped on the rainwater with his foot, splashing the rainwater on the ground and all over the steward. He was already covered by the rain.
The wet high-end black velvet suit was immediately splashed to the point of being horribly wet.