In Old Master Han's bedroom.
After Old Master Han had fallen asleep once more, Aunt Qing stepped out, gently closing the door behind her.
She had intended to go to the living room, but in the dimness, she seemed to hear a woman's moan.
Moving towards the source of the sound.
Aunt Qing's eyebrows furrowed slightly.
That was at the very end of the hallway, where only one bedroom was located, the bedroom of Han Meng and Tang Feng.
Directly opposite the bedroom was her dressing room and makeup area, a space that belonged solely to her, its door locked, both keys in her possession.
She advanced slowly, noting the bedroom door was ajar, leaving a sliver of a gap.
It must have been when she showed Han Meng and Tang Feng to their room, the servant hadn't properly closed the door as they left.
Looking at that crack, Aunt Qing thought thus.
She reached out, intending to close the door.
Just then, Han Meng's panting, mixed with the sound of water from a showerhead, came together.
