Saving The Tragic Male Lead

ock-” raindrops fell and smashed on the box with a small crackling.

The servants hurriedly covered the brocade box in their arms, raised their heads, and walked quickly for fear of damaging the treasure inside.

“…” 

There is no golden finger, but this crow’s mouth is still there.

“Master, shall we go back??” One of the followers, Ah Feng stood up and stepped forward to ask.

After ‘Xiao Yan’ fell ill, Mother Xiao changed the servants in her courtyard. 

She felt that although her daughter was not promising, the servants couldn’t be spared for their ignorance.
So, it inevitably implicated everyone serving the original owner. 

Ah Feng was a new recruit.
He had heard a thing or two about the temperament of the house’s elder daughter but had not much contact with her. 

So the two masters and servants did not know each other well.

“Go! There’s no reason to go back after we’ve reached the door.” 

Xiao Yan looked at the small courtyard not far away.
If she turned back at this time, where would the faces of Li’s mother and son be put??

Mother Li stood under the eaves of the main room with an umbrella in her hand and kept staring at the increasingly dense rain outside.

When she saw Xiao Yan coming up, her toes moved, and she wanted to go down to welcome her up.

This kid really came.

Mother Li sighed lightly, didn’t this girl know how to pick a sunny day to propose marriage?

She swayed slightly, and before she could walk, her arm was gently held by someone’s hand.

A’Li, dressed in white, stood beside his mother.
He didn’t use much strength in his hands but stopped her movement.

“A’Li, look at this—” 

Mother Li was stunned, and her expression was tangled.
Her eyes were filled with embarrassment. 

But when she met A’Li’s cold eyes, her words only became a dry sentence, “She didn’t bring an umbrella.”

Not only did Xiao Yan not hold an umbrella, but the entire team that sent the dowry gift also didn’t have an umbrella.

The boxes were not affected by the rain, the brocade giving was well protected in the servants’ arms. 

The only things exposed to the rain were the silk flowers that have become darker after being wet by the rain, and the gift-bringing team—and the woman standing in front of the team.

A’Li just stood under the eaves and looked blankly at the team.
There was no fluctuation in his eyes.
His eyes were like two stagnant pools.