Just then, the voices outside the door seemed to be getting fainter.
The Lady had still not entered.
Little Qian'er hurriedly prepared to get up and move forward.
But in the next second, she lay down again, as the big boy behind her pulled her hand, and at the same time, his tone seemed somewhat embarrassed.
"Hey... uh, thanks. But don't stand up yet, check yourself, where did you hit."
Little Qian'er became anxious, pulling her hand back forcefully, her head still turned towards the door, wanting to meet the benefactor who was so close, just separated by a door.
Outside the door at this moment, a noblewoman was holding the small hand of a girl in a ruqun.
A fair lady and a little girl, followed by a large group of maids.
Zhao Kun was standing in front, holding his fists with a serious expression, listening to the noblewoman's instructions.
It had nothing to do with the selection of maids at the Abandoned Infant Hall; she was assigning tasks for the fourth household.
