At dusk, the sky was gloomy.
Occasionally, a few birds swept across the riverbank, quickly disappearing into the encroaching night, their faint chirping sounding somewhat mournful.
"Chairman, I want to ask you something."
At Linjiang Mansion, the Little Landlady had just returned home when she sat down opposite Lin Chuan.
"Xinxin, what's wrong?" Lin Chuan noticed at a glance that the Little Landlady, Zhang Xinxin, had an unusual look on her face.
Usually, her face always bore a lively and playful smile, free from worries.
But now, her delicate face seemed different from before, her mouth pursed, and a hint of sorrow appeared between her brows, her mind heavily burdened.
"I..."
The Little Landlady seemed troubled, starting to speak then hesitating.
Lin Chuan's brow furrowed slightly as he gently patted Xinxin's hand, comforting her, "Xinxin, go ahead, I'm listening."
Zhang Xinxin pursed her lips and then said, "Chairman, you should know, I have a mother..."