Shen Yinning shot a frosty glance at Lu Ying.
Xue Mianmian's willingness to leave had to do with Xue Ling, but what did it have to do with Lu Jingwei? Was it really worth him asking so eagerly?
She held her small hand warmer in her palms and lazily replied, "Mianmian will sleep with me tonight. Minister Xue, please return to your residence for now. As for Uncle Xue and Auntie Xue, I will send someone to inform them myself."
Both Lu Ying and Xue Ling frowned simultaneously.
Just as Xue Ling was about to object, Shen Yinning added, "She's already asleep now. It's the dead of winter; surely Minister Xue wouldn't want to disturb her rest, would he? It's late, Minister Xue. Do make haste in returning to your residence."
This was clearly an invitation to leave.
Xue Ling gritted his teeth unpleasantly.
