Xia Lu returned home after nine o'clock in the evening. As she entered, she intentionally kept her footsteps light, didn't linger, and planned to sneak upstairs directly. She hadn't found a reasonable excuse to explain everything that happened last night and didn't want to be interrogated by Zhou Mingchen.
"Madam, you're finally back." Unexpectedly, before she stepped onto the first stair, Aunt Zhang came out of the kitchen with a bowl of red bean soup, "I was just about to take the soup to Sir, why don't you deliver it instead?"
"Me?" Xia Lu looked at her, "Where is he?"
"Sir is in the study, probably busy with work. If you bring a bowl of hot red bean soup to him now, he'll definitely be happy."
Xia Lu pursed her lips, doubtful of Aunt Zhang's statement.
"Forget it, I'm a bit tired and want to rest first. You'd better deliver it." Saying this, she ran upstairs hastily, not giving Aunt Zhang a chance to persuade her further.
