Nan Yu emerged from the guest bedroom and saw Qi Ming waiting for her at the door.
She touched her now cool, fever-free forehead and said, "Uncle Qi, are you waiting here for me to tell me something?"
Qi Ming glanced at the firmly shut door of the guest room behind her and lowered his voice to ask, "Young Madam, did you come back tonight with the young master?"
Nan Yu withdrew her hand and sat down on the sofa in the living room, shaking her head at Qi Ming, "I took a taxi back by myself; I didn't see him."
Qi Ming furrowed his brow, "That's strange, when I was driven out, I didn't see the young master either. Could it be that he left earlier?"
"But the young master said he would wait for you to go home together, and he waited with me for a full three hours."
Was it that the Young Madam was almost done waiting, yet the young master had left alone?
Nan Yu leaned on the sofa, her long hair draping over her pale neck, exuding a touch of languor.
