"Eldest Young Master went to the Capital City early in the morning."
Sang Qian remembered that Ji Chengzhou had told her he would be on a business trip these days.
"Lunch will be awhile, does the Eldest Young Master's grandmother need something to eat to tide her over?"
After a physically demanding night, Sang Qian was starving, "Could you make me a bowl of noodles?"
"Sure." Aunt Liu turned back to the kitchen.
Sang Qian sat down at the dining room table, remembered hitting Lu Jiajun, and took out her phone to call him. It took a while for him to answer, "Sister Sang."
His voice was weak, clearly still frail.
"How are you feeling?"
"I... I'm okay now, last night... I'm sorry..."
"We were both set up, it's good that you're okay."
"Sister Sang, do you know who set us up?"
A vision of Shen Zhiqiu's face surfaced in Sang Qian's mind, her gaze gradually turning cold, "You rest well, I'll handle this matter."
