The music and dancing were in full swing. Duan Shuhua slowly walked back to her seat before the music had ended.
When Qin Nanyi saw Duan Shuhua returning alone, she asked in astonishment, "…Mom?"
With an indifferent expression, Duan Shuhua took her seat, picked up the glass of wine, and took a small sip before asking, "Where's Wenhao?"
Disgust appeared on Qin Nanyi's face, "What else could he be doing? He took a few women up to the rooms upstairs."
"This is Beicheng, not Yunan, why didn't you make him restrain himself?!" Duan Shuhua's face was stern as she spoke quite displeased.
Qin Nanyi's eyebrows furrowed with a trace of grievance in her voice, "Mom, does he listen to what I say?"
Hearing this, Duan Shuhua knew she had wrongly blamed her daughter. She sighed somewhat defeated and asked, "What about the task I gave you last time? To find suitable young men, how is that going?"
Qin Nanyi looked slightly embarrassed and didn't speak.
Duan Shuhua asked, "You didn't do it?"