"Madam, have you rested?"
Upon hearing Zhang Ma knock on the door, Xia Lu hurriedly closed her laptop.
"Is something the matter?" she asked as she opened the door.
"It's like this, Madam," Zhang Ma said, dressed in a coat, ready to step out, "something suddenly came up at home, and I need to leave for the night. I won't be back until tomorrow morning. I've already made the red bean soup for the master and put it in the fridge. Could you please let him know tomorrow?"
Xia Lu nodded, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
Zhang Ma shook her head and left quickly.
Xia Lu stepped out of her room and looked at the empty house, feeling panic rising within her.
While the quiet of the suburbs was indeed peaceful and free from disturbance, a perk during the day, it became frightening at night, especially when she was alone in the house. Zhou Mingchen had not returned, so she decided to go back to her bedroom and lock the door securely.
"Bang!"
