Zhou Linghuai frowned and called Chang An over.
As soon as Chang An entered the inner room, he sensed that the atmosphere was amiss.
Young Miss sat on the bed with disheveled hair. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her face was stained with tears, like a pitiful child who had been bullied and cried.
He looked at his young master carefully. Perhaps it was because the light in the room was a little dim, but he felt that his young master's face was inexplicably a little dark.
Zhou Linghuai glanced at him indifferently.
Chang An immediately straightened his back and lowered his head. He looked down, as if he could not feel the dense atmosphere in the room at all.
Seeing that he had become obedient, Zhou Linghuai instructed, "Go get a basin of warm water and bring over a piece of ice."
Chang An fled.
The room fell silent again.
