Zhang Ruixuan gave a subordinate a look.
The subordinate understood and, standing in the middle of the lobby, shouted loudly, "Hey! Who here is the steward? Hurry up and come out."
A girl dressed lavishly hurried forward, smiling, "Welcome, masters, welcome to our establishment."
"Are you the steward here?" Zhang Ruixuan surveyed her.
"Giggle! No, I am not. Our steward at Qinger Building is Nanny Sun."
"Then why did you come out? Didn't you hear the master say he wanted the steward?" The man, arrogant due to his status as a subordinate of the Fourth Prince, had often thrown his weight around in the Capital.
"Nanny Sun is upstairs in a private room attending to a distinguished guest and hasn't had the chance to come down yet. Please, masters, wait a moment."
"Hmph! What kind of nonsense is this about a distinguished guest, is he nobler than our Young Master? I think you simply look down on our Young Master."
