Gong Beiyao searched his memory for all the passwords she had used, but to no avail.
Just at that moment—
Bang bang bang—
Someone was knocking at the door.
Gong Beiyao didn't even know why he felt guilty, but he suddenly threw the phone under the pillow.
He had thought it would be Sheng Qianxia, but it turned out to be just a servant.
Gong Beiyao asked sternly, "What is it?"
"Young Master, I just passed by the study and saw that the Young Madam was still busy, so I made some sleep-aid soup. I saw that the light in your room was on, so I came to ask if you would like a bowl."
"She hasn't gone to bed yet?"
The servant, knowing Gong Beiyao was asking about Sheng Qianxia, hurriedly replied, "Yes, Young Master. The Young Madam seems to be busy. I saw her writing and drawing on paper, and she didn't seem in a good mood."
"Leave it here," Gong Beiyao told the servant to put down the soup.
"Yes, Young Master."
"Leave hers too."
"Young Master?"
