As Sheng Quan sat down in the living room, he noticed the tea cups on the table that hadn't been put away yet. "Who's in the house? It's not that scoundrel Lu Ming, is it?"
"No, it's not. Lu Ming has already been driven out by Miss," the butler explained as he poured tea. "Miss's friend has come. She wasn't feeling well earlier and went to Miss's room to rest."
Sheng Quan's hand, holding the teacup, paused for a moment. He casually blew the steam from the cup. "A female friend?"
"Yes," the butler replied. "I'll go and ask Miss to come down."
"Alright," Sheng Quan nodded lightly.
Upstairs.
Sheng Nian pressed her ear against the door, carefully listening to the commotion outside. After a while, she straightened up. "You can't leave now, but I also don't want to keep you in the house. How about you use the window?"
