There was another woman in her forties, surnamed Wang, who was serious but in charge of the house's internal affairs. As Qin Yu had just returned home, the rooms needed to be prepared.
"Young Miss, do you have a suitcase? If you do, we will help you organize the clothes inside."
Housekeeper Wang had just seen Qin Yu with empty hands and had already made several guesses in her heart, but she didn't ask too much. Instead, she asked after leading her to the room.
I have no idea where my suitcase is, maybe I don't have one at all.
Qin Yu checked her handbag – it contained her wallet, documents and everything else she needed. Even if she had brought a suitcase, it would have contained only clothes. It didn't matter if she had them or not. Moreover, she figured that she probably didn't have a suitcase, as the original owner was taken to Qinghuang by a friend as soon as she returned to the country, and no such item was seen in that room full of romantic atmosphere.
