Hardly had she spoken a word when Chu Yao's cold eyes swept across, the fox-like glimmer in her eyes half-drooping, as a chill tinged even the tips of her eyebrows.
"Tell your lady, I'm sleeping in Mo Suizhi's room tonight,"
Chu Yao didn't make it difficult for them, she casually dropped a line and then, cradling a vase, descended the stairs. Only after hearing the footsteps in the stairwell did they snap back to reality and hurriedly went to find Madam Mo.
After knocking twice on the door, Mo Suizhi opened it with a remote. Seeing Chu Yao standing outside the door, he was somewhat surprised.
"Xiao Yao, why is it you?"
Chu Yao walked in, her toes closing the door behind her, and glanced at the untouched meal on the coffee table.
She asked, "Why aren't you eating?"
