The atmosphere in Banshan Villa was different from the sweet one in the Mo Family Villa; it was filled with a suffocating tension, indicative of an approaching storm. Yan Luoxi asked Aunt Tong to warm a pot of wine for her. When Aunt Tong brought out the wine, she saw Yan Luoxi sitting on the swing, lost in thought, clearly burdened with worries.
"Madam, you've been drinking a lot these days. Is there something bothering you at work?" she asked.
Yan Luoxi withdrew her gaze, looked at Aunt Tong, and smiled, saying, "No, I just want to practice my drinking capacity. I'm fine, don't worry, Aunt Tong."
Aunt Tong, realizing she wouldn't get any more information, sighed and returned to the villa. The night breeze was gentle, and Yan Luoxi's hair, draped over her shoulders, fluttered in the wind. She sighed softly, poured herself a glass of wine, and began to drink.
