After all, I am not that kind of old-fashioned person. What's more, the old man has passed away.
"Now, we can only wait for 'Milk' and 'Milk' to tell us more things..."
Xueer sighed helplessly.
"Young Master... I think it's better not to 'force' the old lady on this matter..."
The housekeeper who had been waiting by the side finally understood what a few people meant and spoke.[
"Butler, do you know about this?"
As if he had found a savior, Leng Anye's eyes shone with a strange light. Turning to look at the housekeeper, Leng Anye's tone couldn't help but be anxious.
"I know a little bit, but I only know that the old man died in a strange way..."
The housekeeper said faintly. He still remembered that back then, the old man and the old lady got along very well. The two even discussed whether to have a twilight romance... At that time, Leng Manye's parents had not passed away, and the two of them liked each other very much.
That old man.
I just don’t know why, it was just an ordinary night. The old man died in his own home... The housekeeper still remembers that horrific scene.
"A bizarre death?"
The interest of Xueer and others was completely piqued. Death is death. If death is linked to "bizarre", then there must be many unknown secrets in it.
"I remember that morning..."
The butler spoke quietly again.
"Butler! Help me go out and buy some sweet-scented osmanthus cake..."
Suddenly, Leng Anye's "milk" appeared at the top of the stairs, looking at the housekeeper with a little more reproach in his eyes.
Xue'er looked at Leng Anye's breasts and couldn't help but be a little surprised.
The old man's eyes were slightly red, and his nose was also red... It was obvious that he just... cried?
""grandmother"……"
Xue'er looked at Leng Anye's "grandma" worriedly, and suddenly felt unspeakable sadness in her heart.
It seems that the old man must be very important to Leng Anye's "grandma", and everyone has touched the old man's pain without knowing it...
"Butler, go ahead."
Leng Anye looked at the housekeeper. Although he now wanted to know what happened back then, seeing his "grandma" like this, Leng Anye was really worried about her.
The answer will always be revealed. I shouldn't "force" an old man like this.[
"Yes, Master."
The housekeeper slowly withdrew, and Leng Anye seemed to be relieved.
"'Milk', 'Milk', are you okay?"
Xue'er stood up worriedly and wanted to step forward to help.
"You young people have a great time, I'm a little tired, so I'm going to rest first."
Leng Anye waved her hand to Xue'er, indicating that she didn't need to come over to help her, then turned around and staggered back to her bedroom. The sound of the door closing was heard from the second floor.
To everyone's ears, this voice sounded as if Leng Anye's "breast" had tightly closed the door to her own heart.