Treading carefully around the corners of the room.
Jiang Muwan returned home, her body reeking of alcohol, looking as if she had drunk quite a bit.
The servant didn't dare to speak up. Lan Ying mustered the courage and carried a bowl of sobering soup upstairs.
But before she reached the third-floor guest room, the sound of footsteps behind her drew her gaze.
Seeing Gu Jiangnian coming with a stern face, a butler who had served in the Gu Mansion for many years knowingly stepped aside, seemingly fearful that the anger would burn onto himself.
"Sobering soup?" the man stopped in front of her and asked in a deep voice.
Lan Ying nodded her head.
The male master reached out his hand toward her, his voice still cold, "Give it to me."
Lan Ying handed over the porcelain bowl, opened her mouth to say something as Fu Jing had advised Muwan, but realized she wasn't qualified to do so.
That night, Muwan had returned home and was extremely perceptive.
