After a long while, Xia Wanyuan finally returned to the manor.
Xia Wanyuan had just changed and laid on the sofa when Jun Shiling called.
"You're home?" Jun Shiling's deep voice sounded in her ears, making her ears warm for some reason.
"Mm."
"Was the lunch good?" Jun Shiling suddenly asked, his tone sounding very normal.
"It's not bad," Xia Wanyuan replied honestly. After all, it was a dish that Xuan Sheng had meticulously prepared. The taste was indeed quite good.
"Oh," Jun Shiling replied calmly and did not say anything else.
However, Xia Wanyuan acutely sensed that Jun Shiling was not in a good mood. "Isn't it night over there? Why are you up so early?"
"I have a meeting."
