"I won't go to the company today. Have the contracts that need signing sent to the Shen residence. You know the address, right?"
Miao Miao replied, "I know."
"That'll be it for now. Call me if you need anything."
"Okay."
She put away her phone just as a taxi pulled up in front of her. Shen Wan got in and gave the driver the address of the old mansion.
Forty minutes later, the taxi stopped in front of a tall iron gate. Steward Zhou approached to check and saw Shen Wan getting out of the taxi, her right elbow wrapped in a bandage, quite conspicuous.
"Third Lady," Zhou Qingfu reached out to take her shopping bags.
Shen Wan deftly avoided, and Zhou Qingfu, being astute, didn't show any displeasure. He calmly retracted his hand, both his demeanor and actions appearing entirely natural.
"Third Lady, are you injured?" Zhou Qingfu asked with concern, seemingly unfazed by the cold treatment he received.
