Lu Fengxuan walked to the door, just to see the butler turning around and leaving with hurried and fast steps.
"What happened?" she asked.
The butler rarely lost his composure like this; there must have been something that happened downstairs.
Yu Chiyin glossed over the actual problem, "The two little rascals are downstairs, almost taking the living room apart. The butler asked me to go down and manage them."
"Really? I'll go down with you," Lu Fengxuan said, half believing, half doubting.
Before she took a step, an arm crossed in front of her chest, and just then, her phone rang as well.
It was a video call from Nie Rujun.
Yu Chiyin also saw it and, wrapping his large hand around her slim waist, sat back down on the bed, then said:
"It's too chaotic downstairs. You stay in the room. I'll have them tidy up first, then you can come down. For now, you chat with Nie Rujun."
