It was late at night when Mei Yao returned home.
She saw shadows moving in the kitchen.
Her steps halted at the entrance.
She walked over.
She saw Mei Qiong wearing a silk robe.
Standing in front of the kitchen bar, holding a glass of water, sipping slowly.
Seeing her return, as usual, she greeted without any inflection, "Back?"
"Hmm," Mei Yao replied quietly.
Although Mei Qiong was not as accomplished as Wa Yue'an in her career, she had risen to a high position, her insight was not lacking.
From the moment Mei Yao came in, she could tell that she must have cried her heart out tonight.
From her disheveled clothes, it was evident that something quite dramatic had occurred tonight.
Mei Qiong clearly saw everything but only expressed her concern for Mei Yao in one sentence.
If it were in the past, Mei Yao would certainly think her sister was always like that.
But today, her thoughts had dramatically changed.
