At that moment, Night Wind glanced at Beitang Yao, who sat silently on the sofa. Beitang Yao's pale face remained so aloof, as if he hadn't listened to a word of Night Wind and Xia Qingqian's conversation.
Beitang Yao sensed Night Wind's questioning gaze, and gently lifted his eyes, signaling Night Wind to continue.
Receiving the cue, Night Wind continued to converse with Xia Qingqian in the language she was familiar with.
Xia Qingqian seemed to be standing on a high, suspended wire, not daring to move forward, always standing afar, desperately clutching the rope to avoid falling into an abyss.
After everything ended, Xia Qingqian asked, "Night Wind Housekeeper, what kind of job do you think is suitable for me? I can clean the whole villa, cook and do laundry, as long as I don't have to stay here like a useless person."
