Housekeeper Long's gaze became extremely sharp. He fixed his eyes on Wen Jiaren without letting go, then without saying a word, stepped forward to push the door open, surveying the interior of the studio. Everything inside was neatly arranged, not having been disturbed.
Feigning casualness, Wen Jiaren glanced inside and noticed that the old turtle was gone. She unconsciously let out a breath of relief. Thankfully, it went back. Its speed was quite fast; it seems it's not as old as it appears!
After inspecting, Housekeeper Long's severe and intense gaze fell on her once more, as if he wanted to see through her soul.
In Wen Jiaren's memory, Housekeeper Long was a very strict person. She had feared him since childhood, so at this moment, when he was looking at her like that, she couldn't help but feel panic and avoided his eyes.
