The butler said, "Young Madam didn't say."
To Lu Qingye, who worked overtime all year round, nine o'clock might not be a big deal, but it did not seem reasonable for Meng Chuyuan to still be out at this time.
'What was she busy with?'
Seeing that Lu Qingye was deep in thought, the butler took the initiative to ask, "Should I call Young Madam and ask her to come back?"
Lu Qingye narrowed his eyes and said in a low voice, "No need. She'll come back when she's tired."
He had no right to interfere with Meng Chuyuan's freedom, nor did he want to set too many rules for her. As long as she was happy, nothing else was a problem.
The butler said, "Alright, then you can rest for a while. I'll prepare some food for you."
While the butler was preparing dinner for him, Lu Qingye went to the second floor and ran to his bedroom. He pushed open the door and reached for the switch on the wall to turn on the light.