The work was completed, and everyone seemed very relaxed, eating and drinking until after eight o’clock when Gan Yuan finally returned to the estate with the little one in tow.
From a distance, they could see the lights on the fourth floor, knowing that Huangfu Jue had already returned, Gan Yuan immediately led Gan Tang upstairs at a brisk pace after getting out of the car, to avoid an encounter with him.
Unexpectedly, just as they reached the steps, they saw Will smiling and coming to greet them.
"Miss Gan, the master has invited you to the fourth-floor terrace," he said.
Gan Yuan paused, "What for?"
"It’s about your travel arrangements back," he replied.
"I’m not too clear on it, you should ask the master yourself," Will said as he reached out to take Gan Tang’s little hand, "Xiaotang, is it okay if Uncle sends you back to your room?"
"Okay," the little one answered immediately.
Although Gan Tang always said she didn’t like Huangfu Jue, the little one could tell that she hadn’t been in a good mood these past few days.
The little one had no idea of her thoughts, merely assuming that she was upset because of a conflict with Huangfu Jue.
Having not seen Huangfu Jue for several days, he had no way of dealing with it, but now that Huangfu Jue had taken the initiative to look for Gan Yuan, why wouldn’t the little one cooperate?
After nodding to Gan Yuan, Will led the little one smiling towards the bedroom, gently inquiring about what she had for dinner and whether she enjoyed it.
Watching the two of them walk away, Gan Yuan turned and stepped onto the stairs that led to the third floor.
Good fortune or misfortune is inescapable; always avoiding is not a solution.
When Gan Yuan went upstairs, Will had already led the little one inside, helped her to her seat, and then picked up some fruit from the table to hand to her.
"Here, have some fruit..." When Gan Tang thanked him and reached out to take it, he took the opportunity to hold onto the little hand, "Xiaotang, your nails seem a bit long. Shall Uncle trim them for you?"
The little one politely refused, "No need, my mom just trimmed them yesterday."
Will took out nail clippers, "Hygiene is important, you have to trim your nails every day, and it’s inconvenient with one hand, so let Uncle help you."
Grasping the little one’s hand, Will carefully trimmed her nails, not discarding the nail clippings but placing them on a piece of tissue.
As he was about to pocket the nails, the little one turned her face towards him.
"Uncle Will, what are you doing?"
"I..." Will immediately smiled to cover up, "Nothing, why?"
"Then why are you putting the nails in your pocket?"
Will secretly grimaced, this little one was really not easy to handle.
"Is that so? I thought it was a clean tissue," he said.
"The trash bin is over here."
With an outstretched hand, the little one threw the tissue-wrapped nails into the bin, leaving Will with a desire to cry but no tears to shed. Moments later, he regathered his spirit and took out a child’s whistle from his pocket.
"Xiaotang, this is for you to play with," he offered.
"A whistle?" The little one immediately displayed a look of disdain, "Childish."
Will’s face was streaked with black lines as he forced a smile, "Then... how about we play with balloons?"
"You just can’t blow them up, right?"
"Provocation won’t work on me."
Will was at a loss for words.
What was the point of collecting samples, testing DNA, when this little one’s personality was exactly like their master’s?
Of course, thinking is one thing, but he dared not neglect the task assigned by the master.
"I know a game that you’ve definitely never played before," he said.
The little one asked curiously.
Will raised his hand and plucked two strands of his own hair.