"Good evening, Miss Yan."
The maid stopped at a distance neither too close nor too far, looked at Yan Xiaye and said, "Can't sleep? Do you need me to call the family doctor to prescribe some sleeping medication for you?"
Being in the Noel Family, how could Yan Xiaye dare to casually take any medication.
"No, no need to trouble. I just slept too long during the day and can't sleep now." She deflected lightly, and her gaze once again fell on her grandmother in the wheelchair. "I wonder how the Old Madam should be addressed?"
As if not hearing her greeting at all, the grandmother in the wheelchair half-opened her eyes, staring vacantly at Yan Xiaye with lifeless pupils, giving a spine-chilling feeling.
Thankfully, there was a maid present, so Yan Xiaye naturally shifted her gaze to her and hesitantly asked, "Sorry, does the Old Madam have any dissatisfaction with me?"
