Come to My Room

It was almost eleven o'clock when Jin Xue returned.

Aunt Zhen's face was grave as she whispered, "Madam, Sir is upstairs. He was back before eight."

Jin Xue's face did not seem to waver at all. She said calmly, "I understand."

"Sir seems to be angry."

Jin Xue's almond-shaped eyes flashed with disdain. "Aunt Zhen, go and rest."

After hesitating for a moment, Aunt Zhen asked carefully, "Did you quarrel with Sir? Actually… that Miss Xiang, Sir didn't ask her to come. She came here herself. I heard that she and Sir are classmates and colleagues."

Jin Xue frowned slightly and said softly, "Aunt Zhen, I'm not interested. You don't have to tell me."

"Actually, Sir is a good person…"

Jin Xue looked at Aunt Zhen coldly. In an instant, Aunt Zhen stopped talking.

Jin Xue went upstairs.

Seeing that the lights in the study were on, she knocked on the door.