Ning Anran, no matter how dull, had already noticed the trace of hostility in Wen Yu's attitude towards her.
She pursed her lips and said blandly, "After chatting in the study, I went back to rest."
"Later, Uncle Xuri said he had a headache and asked me to go down to give him a massage."
Looking back, she glanced at that door, the disgust in her eyes momentarily covered.
When looking at Wen Yu again, her face was full of indifferent smile.
"Uncle Xuri has probably been too tired recently, sometimes he is like a child and needs someone to coax him to sleep."
Although she couldn't express the revulsion in her heart at Mu Xuri's entanglement tonight,
feeling Wen Yu's hostility, her mood inexplicably improved a little.
A woman's jealousy could greatly satisfy her vanity.
Ning Anran walked over and took Wen Yu's cold hand.
"Did Uncle Xuri have a tiff with Mrs. Wen tonight? Otherwise, why would the task of soothing him to sleep fall on me?"
