Tan mansion.
After Tan Xueqing entered the room, she stopped letting the servant girl serve her.
Without lighting the lamp, she sat by the window with a complicated expression. There was a vase there with a begonia in it.
After Tan Xueqing calmed down her breathing, the room was dead quiet.
Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded. Then, the door was pushed open and a gorgeously dressed woman walked in. Similarly, she did not ask the servant girl to enter the room.
She lit the candle and sat down opposite Tan Xueqing. She looked worried. "Xueqing, did you almost fall into the river today?"
Tan Xueqing nodded slowly, her handsome brows furrowed tightly. "There were many people at that time. I felt someone push me."
The woman was angry and anxious. "It must be them. It must be them!"
