The grand hall of the Gong Family mansion was now devoid of the guests that had filled it earlier.
The bustling splendor of the previous night was gone.
His gaze swept across the hall, finding nothing.
In the morning light, Madam Gong, Jiang Chuyun, affectionately linked arms with Old Madam Gong, chatting and laughing breezily in the courtyard.
"Young master, good morning!"
The maid's respectful greeting caught the attention of Madam Gong.
She looked up and saw Gong Beiming...
His attire was slightly disheveled, and he hadn't put on a tie, standing there in his shirt with a bandage wrapped around his forehead, looking bewildered in the middle of the hall, his eyes still dark and brooding.
"Beiming, come and greet your grandmother!" Jiang Chuyun coughed gently.
Gong Beiming cast a fleeting, dark glance at his grandmother before quickly approaching Jiang Chuyun. "Where's Xiao Yu? Where have you hidden her?"