Yu Zhiqing and the others all fell silent and held their breath, not daring to say an extra word.
The current head of the household was no longer the Eldest Young Master from before; his moods were unpredictable, cold and somber. They all needed to be even more cautious than before.
But with this move, Xiao Yu injured his hand again. The wound that hadn't been bandaged during the day started to bleed again. Yu Zhiqing voiced his concerns: "Master, your hand wound..."
"Get out!"
Xiao Yu drove them all out.
He locked himself in the room, enduring the torment alone, vacillating between extreme reluctance and rational abandonment, nearly grinding himself to pieces.
Yu Zhiqing paced in the courtyard, filled with worry. Xiao Yu's health was not as good as before. If this continued, and the Xiao family lost its master, that would be disastrous!
