The cassette needed for the event was left at home. Shen Weiyi only realized it when she reached the company's entrance, so she turned back to retrieve it.
The living room was very quiet, not even a servant in sight, so she assumed Mr. and Mrs. Lu had gone out and were not at home.
When she reached the second floor, she found the main bedroom door ajar. She intended to help close it, but unexpectedly found people inside.
Moreover, she heard something unbelievable.
Shen Weiyi stood at the doorway, her beautiful face turned pale, and she forced a smile, "Aunt Song, could you repeat what you just said? I didn't hear it clearly."
Her voice was steady, but her hand hanging at her side was clenched tightly, her nails digging deep into her tender flesh, her knuckles faintly turning white.
Song Jingyuan's gentle face showed rare panic as she discreetly pushed the photo Lin Chu held into the corner of the sofa.
"Weiwei, why are you back?"
