"Bang bang bang...!"
This time, unlike the usual polite knocking, Zi Xia was so anxious her actions were unexpectedly intense, almost as if she wanted to break the door down.
Well, anyone would be worried to find out that the coffin being carried out of the house unexpectedly turned back midway.
"Miss, Miss, something's wrong, there's trouble." Zi Xia shouted loudly while knocking.
Xuexue, listening intently in her room, was also puzzled. When leaving the house, Situtu Qinger was fine, so why did she change her mind halfway?
"Come in, the door's not locked."
"Hey!"
Zi Xia responded, pushed the door open forcefully, and indeed, it opened. She turned and said to the young maid, "Hurry in and report to the Miss what's going on."
"Thank you, Sister Zi Xia."
The young maid stepped into the room.
Situtu Xueer had her long hair completely let down and was wearing a pink inner garment, half reclining leisurely on the bed with a book in her hand.
Evidently, the Miss was reading.
