A pair of delicate hands rested on Song Zhuo's shoulders from behind, accompanied by a playful voice, "Lord, was your trip to Shenjiang successful?"
Song Zhuo's expression was somewhat indifferent, "Mm."
The woman moved to the front of Song Zhuo, her appearance radiant, her eyes like shimmering water, gazing at him with deep affection, "This humble one has missed you, my lord."
The heavy scent of makeup made Song Zhuo a bit displeased, and he slightly frowned, "I still have business to handle, you should leave first."
The woman was momentarily stunned, but she was exceptionally skilled at reading faces, otherwise, she wouldn't have made it from an actor to a concubine in the State Duke Mansion.
"Then I shall not disturb you. You should also take care of yourself, my lord, and rest early."
Song Zhuo lowered his gaze, not looking at her.
The woman's smile was somewhat forced as she walked away.
After the woman left, Song Zhuo said, "Someone come."
