Song Fengwan thought about her family matters that night and only slept for a while at four in the morning. When she woke up, her eyes were bloodshot.
"Wanwan, pack up and come out for breakfast. Your Uncle Yan and Third Master are already here." Qiao Aiyun's voice was slightly hoarse as she knocked on the door.
"Coming." Song Fengwan tidied up before pushing the door open and exiting.
Yan Wangchuan and Fu Chen sat close to each other. Although they didn't say anything, the aura around them was completely different from last night.
It was not so tense. Instead, it was a little subtle.
"Good morning, Uncle Yan. Good morning, Third Master…" Song Fengwan was an elder, so she naturally had to be more obedient first. Her gaze landed on another person, and she smiled. "Good morning, Brother Duan."
"Ah—" Duan Linbai's voice was hoarse, and he could only babble. He couldn't say a single clear word.
