Shi Nuan glanced at him, didn't say much, and went into the bathroom holding her pajamas.
After Shi Nuan finished her shower and came out, there were two glasses of milk on the bedroom table, but Song Yansheng was still standing on the balcony.
He was tall and slender, bathed in the indoor light, half-lit and half-shadowed, his gaze always looking outside, who knows what at.
For some inexplicable reason, Shi Nuan felt that Song Yansheng seemed to have something on his mind.
Actually, it's not just now; Song Yansheng had been this way ever since he returned to the Song Family Mansion after work today.
She didn't dare to ask much, and she felt she had no right to ask.
Her gaze fell on the two glasses of milk on the table, the milk still emitting wisps of steam, which meant Aunt Hui must have brought it in not long ago.
After a slight hesitation, Shi Nuan softly called towards the balcony, "Second Uncle..."
