"I've already put the pickled pork in the kitchen and told Old Tan to let the kitchen steam some for Mr. Song to try when he has a meal at home."
Aunt Min went upstairs to the master bedroom, only to find Xiao Minglan still standing at the entrance of the walk-in closet. She followed suit, "Didn't you say you wanted to hang Mr. Song's washed clothes in the wardrobe? Why haven't you gone in yet?"
Before she finished speaking, she had already caught a glimpse of the situation inside the walk-in closet.
Aunt Min: "..."
Tang Li did not expect Song Baiyan's mother to appear suddenly at the villa, and there she was, caught red-handed. With Xiao Minglan and Aunt Min blocking the door, she couldn't find a better way to slip away even if she wanted to.
For a moment, the silence in the master bedroom was almost eerie.
The first to regain her composure was Xiao Minglan.
She composed her facial expression and asked, "Bai Yan's not here, right?"
