Qi Yue met the two in the front hall.
Song Qiyun was completely different from before.
When he appeared, he was deliberately well-dressed, in a magnificent and neat blue long gown, a white jade pendant at his waist, and his hair tied up with a white jade hoop, sweeping away his past lazy and leisurely appearance, he looked astute and impressive.
Even those eyes, which seemed never to carry emotion, were startlingly bright.
Qi Yue felt this gaze was somewhat familiar.
It took her a moment to remember.
Initially, Hu Keqing looked at her with the same gaze, which later became increasingly strange and disgusting.
She frowned slightly, this was not a good sign.
"Miss Qi, I have brought Song Chongzhen's wife over, and she will be responsible for his care for the next few days. Also, thank you for saving his life."
Qi Yue sized up the woman before her.
Under thirty, maybe nervous, she seemed very restrained.
Qi Yue furrowed her brows.