The butler's face changed slightly, as if he had heard something unspeakable, full of embarrassment.
"Miss, the door to the late madam's room broke not long ago; it doesn't need a key anymore."
Gu Ningyue was taken aback, "Broken? How did it break?"
Except for the original mistress, no one would even remember that room.
How did the door break just a month or two after she left?
The butler seemed unprepared for her sudden return, stammering, "Well, it was an accident, just a little accident... Miss, please sit with President Ling, and I'll have someone go up to tidy it up."
Saying that, the butler prepared to lead people upstairs.
"Stop!" Gu Ningyue released Ling Tianyou's hand, stepping past the butler: "No need to tidy up, I'll go look myself!"
A bad premonition arose in her heart, as if something shattered inside her, cutting sharply through her heart.
