The steward moved quickly and closed the mansion gate immediately.
The blade struck the sturdy vermilion door, dragging out a sharp, grating sound.
The door cut off Shen Xinglei's vulgar curses, which were nothing short of slurs like "whore" and "bitch."
Shen Yinning let out a breath of relief.
Fortunately, she ran fast, or else she would have been killed by Shen Xinglei.
"Sister Shen."
A soft feminine voice suddenly broke through—it was Xue Qingqing.
"Sister Shen..." Xue Qingqing hesitated, "May I have a moment of your time to speak privately?"
The two walked side by side through the corridor, Xue Qingqing clutching her handkerchief as she spoke softly, "I never thought I'd run into you again at home, Sister Shen. Ever since my elder sister went missing and you went to Gan State, I thought I'd never see you again in this lifetime."
