Si Lingtian was troubled by Si Yuchen's matters, curious about the mysterious guest, yet not in the mood to pay attention to them.
A familiar face that the butler invited in didn't necessarily have to be seen tonight.
"Please let the guest rest in the guest room first, and we can discuss things tomorrow."
Si Lingtian had a headache; he forced himself to rest even though he couldn't sleep.
If he didn't rest, perhaps Si Lingtian might not die from anger at Si Yuchen's defiant attitude but from a burst blood vessel first.
"Yes, sir."
The butler saw the middle-aged woman quietly waiting on the sofa; she seemed unchanged after all these years.
Time appeared to have stopped on her, with no harsh changes to her outside appearance.
"Sir wants you to rest in the guest room and talk tomorrow."
The butler was still the Si Family's butler, not an old friend of the woman across from him.
The woman raised an eyebrow, her phoenix eyes shimmering, "Didn't you tell him it was me?"
