"I'm here," Sitian's slender figure stood on the stairs, her face obscured by the light, making her expression unclear. She chuckled softly, "Young Master Mu, did you miss me so much that you looked for me as soon as you got home?"
Mo Lier lifted her eyes to glance at Mu Yunshen by her side and said, "Miss Tang, don't misunderstand. Yunshen and I were at the hospital last night. I had a fever and that's why he stayed. He insisted on being discharged and returning now, I guess he wanted to have lunch with you."
"Is that so, how considerate," Sitian walked down the steps, went to the dining table, and sat down, "Let's eat then."
Mu Yunshen frowned as he looked at her side profile, which showed no emotion, and narrowed his eyes.
The three of them sat down, and Mother Zhang quickly served the dishes.
The soup was Sitian's favorite oyster soup. Mu Yunshen served a bowl and placed it beside her hand, "Drink it before eating."
