Pushing open the door, the recently mopped floor gave the room a faintly moist and refreshing feel. The sheets and quilt cover were taut and neat, everything was very clean and bright. Shen Lanxiao's gaze fell upon the bed, where she noticed that there was only one set of pillows and covers.
That proved that Yu Zexiao had indeed been sleeping alone. While other things might be fabricated, this kind of small detail was beyond her ability to tidy up.
Although Shen Lanxiao's first impression of Jian Anning was quite favorable, a daughter-in-law, no matter how good, still needed careful scrutiny. However, if the girl was not the woman her son liked, but merely an assistant, then there was no need for her to investigate so thoroughly.
Still, she had to be sure.
