Shang Yan's expression was slightly startled as he stared at the butler with his eyes filled with doubt.
The butler clenched his fist and coughed violently. He looked around mysteriously before bending over to Shang Yan's ear and speaking in an extremely soft voice, "Young master, I heard that frail women like madam cannot endure the torment."
"I heard that the newly married wife of the Qin family, after the night of her wedding, she was hospitalized for a few days!"
Shang Yan's pupils dilated slightly, as if he was digesting the information he had heard.
His ears reddened as he leaned back and frowned as he reprimanded, "You really like to pry into other people's affairs!"
The butler immediately regained his respectful attitude and hurriedly left the living room, afraid of angering Shang Yan.
The clock on the wall ticked as the bright moonlight elongated Shang Yan's shadow and projected it onto the ground.
