The floral room was positioned directly across from the side door of the villa.
Mrs. Lin couldn't see Qiao Yun, but Qiao Yun could see her, she just couldn't hear what she was saying.
All she could see was Mrs. Lin tugging and pulling with a man in his thirties.
Whatever was said, Mrs. Lin became somewhat agitated and eventually even started crying.
The man looked pleading, and finally, Qiao Yun saw Mrs. Lin nod her head, apparently agreeing to something.
The man then softened his expression, probably comforting Mrs. Lin.
The two didn't talk for long, and after the man left, Mrs. Lin looked around before hurrying back to her room, though her expression was far from good.
"What are you looking at?"
Lu Shiran came back holding a pile of potato chips and beef jerky. He followed Qiao Yun's gaze but saw nothing.
Qiao Yun said with a calm expression, "Looking at the flowers."
She indeed was looking at flowers, it was just that she accidentally saw Mrs. Lin.
Lu Shiran: "Oh."
