That night, at the Meng residence in South City.
"Good evening, Aunt Zhao." Su Yi greeted the housekeeper who came to answer the door with a sweet smile.
Instead of showing the usual solicitude, Aunt Zhao seemed distant.
Looking at Su Yi with a complicated gaze, she hesitated for a moment before saying quietly, "Miss Su, the eldest young master has returned, he was looking for you."
Su Yi glanced into the living room and indeed, Meng Mingkun was seated on the sofa, his back turned to her.
The surrounding domestics were all on edge, holding their breaths.
"Is Brother Mingkun not in a good mood today?"
After deliberation, Aunt Zhao nodded, "It seems as though it has to do with your mother."
Su Yi drained of her color at the message.
"I see, thank you, Aunt Zhao."
She drew a deep breath, plastering an unbroken smile on her face and lightly stepped into the house.
"Brother Mingkun, didn't you say you were only coming home at the weekend? Were you trying to surprise me?"
