It is not difficult to hear that Miss Wan'er's tone is filled with resistance.

Murong Yu was a little confused. He didn't understand why Miss Wan'er, who was in a good mood just now, changed her face in an instant, and even her tone of speaking changed. However, she sighed in her heart, "A woman's heart is like a needle under the sea, it's really hard to figure out. The more beautiful a woman is, the more unpredictable her mind is like the weather, and it's hard to figure out."

As soon as Miss Wan'er finished speaking, the servant outside the door pushed open the door and walked in to everyone.

There are many people coming, and it can be said that there are quite a lot of people, not only the housekeepers who Murong Yu knew, but also many people whom he didn't know.

Among this group of people, there were men, women, old and young. Everyone was carrying or carrying something in their hands. Although everyone's outfits were different, each person's clothes were embroidered with the same word "Tang" as the servant who opened the door.

Obviously, these people are all from the Tang family, and they are all servants of the Tang family. If not, no one would dare to move around in this heavily guarded Tang family.

Although many people came here, the house was still very quiet and there was almost no noise.

Everyone was very careful. Even the footsteps of walking were very light, with almost no sound, and no one dared to make noise here. They were very careful to put down what they were holding, and the butler directed everyone to retreat to the door and wait.

These things are a bit heart-warming and fruity, and they also have daily necessities, which are very complete.

"Uncle Wei, what do you mean?" Miss Wan'er walked to the butler and asked the butler. Her tone was very tactful, not as cold as before.

Mr. Wei watched her grow up. She still had to give her the minimum respect. She should also call Uncle Wei.

Of course, Wei Guanjia is not his surname, Tang is his surname, and Wei is his name.

As the butler of the Tang Mansion, he is also considered an old man in the mansion. Almost all the servants in the Tang family have surnames. If every butler is named a surname, wouldn't it be a mess?

Therefore, if all the servants in the Tang family are not called full names, they are called names.

The wise butler did not rely on his seniority and said kindly, "Miss, I am also ordered to do things. Please don't blame me." His words were very respectful, without any slightest transcendence or disrespect.

Miss Wan'er continued, "Uncle Wei, please let someone move these things away, I don't need them here."

The lieutenant smiled bitterly, and then said earnestly, "Miss, you are the old slave who grew up since childhood. Is there a saying that I don't know whether to say it or not?"

Listening to Mr. Wei’s words, Miss Wan’er couldn’t help feeling sad and quickly said, “Uncle Wei, it’s okay to just say anything.”

"Miss, you are a very smart person. You also know that the death of the mistress has nothing to do with the master. Why do you keep this and resent your biological father?" The housekeeper said with great thought.

"Uncle Wei, you don't need to say more. I understand what you said." Miss Wan'er said again, "Since you don't want to move these things away, then put them here for the time being."

"I'm leaving." The butler sighed, and did not continue to say anything. He politely bowed to Miss Wan'er, and then turned around and walked out the door.

After a short while, only two people were left in the huge house, as well as these things that had just moved in.

Just then, Tang Lan walked in, and Murong Yu had already put down the book in his hand at some point.

Perhaps it was when the butler Wei brought everyone into the door, or perhaps the moment when Tang Lan walked in.

Tang Lan walked to Miss Wan'er and said with a smile, "Wan'er, if these daily necessities are not enough, just tell the servants that they will buy them as soon as possible..."

Miss Wan'er interrupted Tang Lan without any appreciation, "Thank you, Mr. Tang, I appreciate your feelings. Please arrange someone to move out of these things, I won't use them. Also, when my grandfather celebrates his birthday, I will be ready to leave."

"Wan'er, you just hold a grudge against me, but still refuse to forgive me?" Tang Lan said in a low voice, his voice choked, "Do you have to ask me to kneel down and beg you?"

"Mr. Tang Er recognized the wrong person. The little woman was just an unknown doctor in the world. What qualifications do you have to hold a grudge against you?" Miss Wan'er said sarcastically. She did not look at Tang Lan again. She did not answer Tang Lan directly. Instead, she turned around and walked towards the window on one side. "If you are visiting Mr. Murong, please give yourself your own wishes. If not, please close the door when you leave. I'm sorry that the little woman will give it away."

After saying that, he ignored Tang Lan.

Tang Lan also knew that the knot between him and his daughter could not be untied in just a few words. If it could be untied easily, why would he wait for so many years? He had to find another opportunity in the future.

He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes silently, walked to Murong Yu with some embarrassment, and said, "It makes the young master laugh."

Murong Yu didn't know how to persuade him, so he said, "Senior, it's serious." Then he bowed to Tang Lan, "Thank you, senior."

Tang Lan hurriedly stepped forward and held Murong Yu's shoulders to stop Murong Yu's gift. He did not accept the gift, and said again, "Young Master is injured, so there is no need to be too polite."

It was obvious that he also knew why Murong Yu said thanks, and he naturally knew why Murong Yu said thanks. Tang Lan said with a smile, "If I had no nephew, I would not have suffered such serious injuries. But I should have accused the young master of the young master, and I would also like to ask the young master to have a lot of thanks, so don't be disgusted." All the words were apologized.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!