The Shaw Family's mother and daughter are not easy to deal with, but Balthazar Shaw... he usually seems quite clever, yet when it comes to handling household matters, it's unclear whether he feels guilty towards this mother and daughter or what, as he doesn't notice Clara Philips' intentions.
"Nothing unhappy," Aunt Rong replied truthfully, then thought for a moment, "After coming back, her mood seemed pretty good, asking me to bring dinner upstairs, she ate it there."
Mason Nightshade nodded, "You can go rest."
"Alright!" Aunt Rong responded, tidied up a bit, and returned to her room.
Mason Nightshade got up and went upstairs, pushed open the bedroom door and peeked inside. Inside, the light was off, and a cold breeze blew out from the crack in the door.
Mason Nightshade furrowed his brows slightly and sighed helplessly in his heart.
Leaving the air conditioner on again while sleeping.
He pushed the door open and entered.
