Sang Qian approached the villa and saw the living room brightly lit. A surge of unease flooded her heart— it was already past one in the morning, why was someone still awake?
She steadied her nerves and had just entered the villa when she saw Xiao Zhu waiting by the door.
She glanced towards the living room with a worried expression and whispered, "The old mistress is waiting for you."
Chen Qiurong?
Why had she come so late?
Sang Qian changed into the slippers Xiao Zhu handed her and, feeling somewhat uneasy, entered the hall to indeed find Chen Qiurong sitting upright on the sofa.
She adjusted her mood and walked over with a smile, "Grandma, it's so late, what brings you here?"
Chen Qiurong's authoritative gaze fell on Sang Qian, "That's what I should be asking you, isn't it? Going out in the middle of the night, where have you been?"
