The sound of a servant's voice came through.
Lin Qinqin quickened her pace, hurried downstairs, and saw the hall brightly lit.
Lu Yin, drunkenly swaying, was being supported by a woman as they entered.
The servant immediately stepped forward to assist. The woman's hair was disheveled, and her face showed some redness; she was evidently slightly drunk too.
"He's drunk. Make him a bowl of hangover soup."
The woman's voice was crystal clear, with a trace of softness, and her tone was perfectly pleasant.
The servant didn't know who she was, but since it was already the middle of the night, it didn't seem right to keep letting her help take care of Lu Yin.
"Alright, miss, we will take care of everything. It's late, we'll look after Mr. Lu. Thank you for bringing him home tonight."
Fu Yuqing smiled and shook her head, "No problem, Lu Yin and I are friends, taking care of him is the right thing to do. Where is his bedroom?"
