Uncle Chen's eyes flickered with astuteness as he ventured, "Eldest Young Master, Madam is upstairs."
The man responded with an indifferent "Hmm," and turned to walk upstairs.
Twisting the doorknob open, he stepped in; the air was faintly pervaded with a delicate fragrance.
Lu Yancheng paused momentarily, sweeping his gaze around the room adorned with its usual cold color tones.
I haven't walked into the wrong room, have I?
The next second, the sound of water trickling echoed from the bathroom on the left.
Catching a glimpse of the neatly folded silk nightgown on the countertop... Lu Yancheng's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple bobbed as he awkwardly averted his gaze.
Time seemed to stretch before the sound of running water abruptly ceased, followed by the 'clack' of a door opening.
