Qin Sijue didn't speak. To say more would just be a waste of breath.
After all, no one could force him to do something he didn't want to do.
Until he remained silent, Old Master Qin seemed satisfied. Supporting his somewhat painful back, he descended the stairs step by step.
"Master."
Seeing him holding his back, Uncle Qin hurried over to help him downstairs.
After resting for a while, Qin Guozhong saw that the night had grown deep and decided to return to the old house.
By this time, it was already half-past nine in the evening.
After sending him off, Uncle Qin had just entered the room when he saw Qin Sijue coming down the stairs.
"Young Master."
"Where is she?"
Uncle Qin was startled for half a second, then guessed and saw the light!
Young Madam!
"Young Madam is in the storeroom!"
Qin Sijue frowned, "Storeroom?"
