Shen Wan walked back to the old residence, but today, the atmosphere was noticeably different.
Yang Lan, surprisingly, was personally in the kitchen. Perhaps sensing the good mood of the mistress, even the servants' voices seemed louder than usual.
Shen Yan sat on the couch, watching TV. When Shen Wan entered, she didn't provoke her with words, not even a disapproving glance. She simply ignored her as if she were invisible.
Shen Wan raised an eyebrow, walked to the couch, took an orange, and began peeling it slowly, deep in thought.
Soon after, Shen Chunjiang arrived home, fifteen minutes earlier than usual.
Yang Lan emerged from the kitchen, removed her apron, and placed it aside, wearing a smile on her face. She turned to Shen Yan and said, "Stop watching. Go upstairs and call Old Master Shen and your sister down for dinner."
"Alright!"
