"Okay, Third Young Master."
Mu Jingxi strode off with long steps, quickly leaving.
In the main building, Lin Shuangshuang woke from her nap feeling somewhat dizzy.
Sitting on the sofa, a servant had already brought over afternoon tea.
She rubbed her temples with one hand, not feeling hungry at all, "Bring me a glass of warm water."
"Yes, Young Madam." The servant turned and went to the kitchen to get water.
Looking up, she surveyed the room and still did not see Mu Shaoxi's figure. Lately, he had even been slacking off with his calligraphy practice.
All day long, he ran off to the West Wing. What was so good about the West Wing that it made him forget all else?
The servant brought over the warm water, and Lin Shuangshuang held the cup, sipping slowly.
Her head still hurt.
She wasn't sure if it was because she had slept too long, or something else.
Seeing her discomfort, the servant asked worriedly, "Young Madam, are you not feeling well? Should I call a doctor for you?"
