Nan Sichen drove to the Nan Family's ancestral home, knowing that tonight was destined to be a sleepless one. The old mansion would undoubtedly be in an uproar.
Indeed, as he entered the mansion's gate, the servants were still busily tidying up from today's banquet. In the past, these tasks were always left until the day after New Year's, but today, they were planning to clean up overnight?
Nan Sichen walked in step by step, and the servants looked at him in surprise, not expecting that the young master would return after leaving.
Although they were unclear about his purpose, each greeted Nan Sichen respectfully, "Young Master Nan."
Nan Sichen nodded briefly, his demeanor utterly composed as he proceeded inside.
