Su Shijun returned to the mansion at seven in the evening.
At that time, Su Ya had already polished the floors of two rooms under the supervision of Su Man, the head housemaid, and was slouching with her ears drooping, preparing to clean the floor leading to the flower hall.
Meanwhile, Poseidon, after enough sleep, was in the most spirited state when the owner of the mansion returned, tackling that thick textbook in front of him.
"What are you doing here?"
The owner of Greenhill Mansion raised her arm, letting the maids remove the heavy cloak from her body, and looked at the young scholarship student on the sofa with a touch of sarcasm in her voice, "Shouldn't you be having Christmas dinner with your monitor friend?"
Apparently, what happened in Green Valley that afternoon had already reached her ears.
Zheng Qing, feeling somewhat awkward, tossed aside the sunflower seed shells in his hand and cleared his throat.
"I'm here to bring a Christmas gift for Poseidon."
