Lu Weixi's temples throbbed, she wanted to say something, but Young Madam Yang waved lazily, "It's settled then. I have things to do today, and I might not come back to rest tonight."
Since Qin Zhiyou wouldn't be back tonight, there was no need for her to stay here.
Young Madam Yang usually flits around the world, and the West Mountain villa was quite remote, making shopping in the city inconvenient. Staying here for a week was nearly stifling her.
"But mom ... " Lu Weixi wanted to say something, but Yang Mogui yawned lazily, not paying any attention to her words, then went upstairs to take a nap.
Even though Yang Mogui went upstairs, her assistant quickly followed her instructions and came inside: "Young Madam, could you pack up your things, so we can go?"
With a frown on her brow, Lu Weixi watched Yang Mogui's retreating figure and reluctantly nodded. She went downstairs after changing her clothes, and Aunt Hao had served her soup in a thermos cup.
