Shen Chen, dressed in a moon-white robe, sat in front of the pear blossom marble desk, carefully examining a scroll, casually saying, "It's alright."
After finishing the scroll, he picked up a brush to annotate it seriously.
By evening, the sunlight had faded, and night fell, with several candles lit inside to aid in annotating documents.
Ye Zhi felt a lump in her throat and softly said, "You haven't come back to the mansion for many days."
This time, Shen Chen lifted his gaze, put down the scroll, walked over to his wife, gently held her in his arms, and said in an apologetic tone, "Ah Zhi, I've been busy lately. Once I handle everything, I'll be able to spend time with you as the year-end approaches."
She pursed her lips unhappily, "Alright, but staying here every night, have you gotten used to it?"
Her tone carried seventy percent sadness, thirty percent probing.
She was gambling, wondering if the Little Traitor would mention the matters at Nianyun Mountain Villa.
