After hanging up the phone with the shareholder, Xi Xilan was still really uneasy. She thought for a moment, stood up, left the study, and went to the doorway of An Yuya's room.
'Knock, knock, knock.'
The door inside the room was quickly opened: "Mom, what's going on so early?"
Perhaps it was the overly serious expression on the other's face that made An Yuya's not-quite-awake mind instantly clear up.
Xi Xilan didn't immediately answer her question,
but directly pushed past and walked into the room. When she saw the mess in the room, she instantly frowned: "You tell me you're a woman, how can you make the room so messy."
At this point, An Yuya felt aggrieved: "When is the maid coming to work? She said someone was sick at home, so once they're better, they should be back at work already. It's been several days."
The latter instantly glared at her: "I wonder how you'll live without a maid in the future."
