It was just past seven o'clock, which usually was the time when her daughter and Ji Sangyu would be playing and causing a ruckus.
Today, however, it was unusually quiet. There was no sound of her daughter sweetly clinging and calling out "Brother," nor were there any complaints from Ji Sangyu about her being stupid, and there was no sound of cartoons. Even the servant who would usually come running to fetch her shoes at the slightest noise was nowhere to be seen.
Strange, where was everyone?
As Sang Qian puzzled over this, a voice came from the living room, "Is Qianqian back?"
Wasn't that Chen Qiurong's voice?
What was she doing here?
Could it be that, just like last time, she was here specifically waiting for her?
Recalling how Chen Qiurong had told her not to go out at night, Sang Qian felt her heart pounding. She suppressed her nervousness and responded warmly, "Grandma, it's me."
The next moment, Chen Qiurong appeared within her line of sight.
