"What's the matter?" Song Wei's mature and handsome face was hidden in the dim light, not easily discernible. His voice was low and magnetic, quite capable of tugging at one's heartstrings at night.
Nanny Qin said, "I've been at the residence for quite some time, but haven't sent anything home yet. I packed everything to send during the day, but found a letter missing. I can't read. Could I trouble you, sir, to write a letter for me?"
Song Wei squinted slightly, "Is it urgent?"
Nanny Qin nodded, "I've already arranged for someone to leave early tomorrow morning."
Song Wei nodded, "At this hour, there's still a woman at the second gate who hasn't rested, as well as the two Attendant Students, Duan Yan and Hui Ink, in the outer yard, and the doorman. They all know how to write; you can ask any one of them."
"Ah?" Surprised by Song Wei's response, Nanny Qin was momentarily stunned, realizing her slip-up. She broke out in a cold sweat and quickly said, "Thank you, sir."
