At this moment, Uncle Rong came and called everyone to the dining room for dinner. Song Yinyin realized she hadn't taken her son's apron and asked Song Dabai to go to the dining room first.
Then, she went upstairs to get her son's apron.
Suddenly she found, at the turn of the wooden staircase, Lu Jihan quietly standing there.
His shadow was so long, stretching all the way to the bottom step, his handsome face truly expressionless.
No one knows when he came downstairs or how long he had been standing there, and Song Yinyin's heart skipped a beat.
Remembering his gloomy expression when he first returned to the mansion, her heart felt a little uneasy.
The man before her, as if directly lifted from an oil painting, wouldn't let anyone detect his emotions, without the slightest gap.
This appearance of his seemed somewhat frightening.
Song Yinyin's heart pounded…
She hadn't done anything wrong, so why was she afraid?
