As soon as he entered the room, the one who came to greet him was the old servant in front of Old Zuo lady. Even Zuo Junyuan didn't dare to assume his identity and politely went into the room with her.
A rare summer chill suddenly rushed out of the room. Zuo Junyuan's heart trembled. He had already realized why his respected mother had called him over. He had already thought of a proper answer, but when he walked into the room, the clear chill swept across his body like an invisible hand tearing open his fake words. He had no intention of hiding. He had better face it calmly and honestly.
The old servant invited him to sit down. Zuo Junyuan thanked him, Old Zuo lady then leaned against the Ming Dynasty's pear tree couch and spoke leisurely.
"I heard that Yu Ling is making trouble again?
