Qin Youxue finally remembered her part-time job at that Western restaurant. She thought for a moment and then shook her head, "Take a day off."
Her current mood and physical condition really weren't suitable for going out to play the piano; it would definitely be a disaster, she was sure.
Qin Youxue put down her chopsticks, turned her head, and asked, "Why did he come home?"
A sense of unease lingered, and Qin Youxue couldn't quite explain what this unease was about. Mo Hexuan's words from last night kept resurfacing in her mind, making her restless.
"The Young Master didn't say," the Butler replied.
