I blame myself for not discovering the second young master's whereabouts in time. The maid cried so sadly, her tears were like pear blossoms in the rain.,Fáng Xuánlíng's face was grim. Although he was also worried about his second son, the commotion in the house this morning had been quite disruptive and unbecoming.,It's all dad's fault, if he had named me Fang Shiling it would have been much better...。