Xiaoju has had a condition since she was young—she must get up at midnight even if there's not much in her bladder; otherwise, she wouldn't be able to sleep the rest of the night.
After coming out of the bathroom, she walked a couple of steps in a daze, and then suddenly became alert—a girl's voice was coming from Young Master Luo's room!
She listened carefully but could not make out what was being said; however, she was certain that the voice was not the lady's, causing sweat to seep onto Xiaoju's palms.
Having worked as a maid at the Secretary's house for nearly a month, she was well aware of the Secretary's seriousness and integrity. If he found out... she dared not think further, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.
"Xiaoju, what are you doing?"
Just like a spinning top, Xiaoju shivered, turned around, and vaguely saw two figures—one tall and one short—standing by the bedroom door.
