They settled into the old mansion for the night.
The next day arrived.
At that time, Wen Zhi was having breakfast at Shang Hexing's place. After learning from Chen Jinhai that Chong Wanyin had left early in the morning, the spoon in her hand dropped back into the bowl, making a crisp clinking sound against the porcelain.
Shang Hexing turned to look at her and asked indifferently, "You spent yesterday afternoon cheering her up, do you plan to accompany her again today?"
Wen Zhi shook her head, "No."
She picked up the spoon and stirred the lean meat porridge in her bowl, speaking while stirring, "I just feel the madam is quite lonely, with no one to chat with."
Shang Hexing tugged at the corner of his lip, "She has a husband and a son, yet someone still finds her lonely."
Wen Zhi stiffened, belatedly realizing that her words had inadvertently hit a raw nerve in Shang Hexing.
She didn't dare to make a sound, bowing her head to quietly eat her porridge.
