Aunt Zhou waited for Wen Hongyi to return to his room before reheating the food, planning to take it upstairs.
Just as she climbed the stairs, An Sui came out of her room.
"Aunt Zhou, what are you doing?" An Sui stopped her.
"Miss hasn't had dinner, I'm taking it up to her," Aunt Zhou said with a worried look.
An Sui responded with an "oh" and then said, "Then I'll take it to her."
"Miss An Sui, let me do it, you should rest..."
"I'm fine."
An Sui directly took the tray from Aunt Zhou's hands and carried it up the stairs.
Chuzheng's room was on the third floor.
Previously, Chuzheng had lived on the second floor, but as that room was now occupied by An Sui, Chuzheng moved to the third floor.
The room on the third floor was much smaller than the one on the second floor, and the lighting wasn't as good.
An Sui had worked hard to switch rooms and was proud for a long time.
Meanwhile, the original owner was so angry she could have died.
