Shang Ruyi did not know why he suddenly started questioning this—
Speaking of it, how to fight a battle was also his concern. Caring for him, even if not from the standpoint of a wife, was from the standpoint of a family member. Why then was he turning the question to how she viewed him?
Just as she was entangled in her thoughts, Yu Wenye's gaze became more focused than before and gradually closed in on her: "Speak."
"I—"
"Knock, knock, knock."
Just as Shang Ruyi was about to speak, a light yet abrupt knocking sound suddenly interjected between them. Shang Ruyi was startled, as if she had found an escape route, and hurriedly moved back a little, avoiding his gaze, and turned her head to say, "Who is it?"
Yu Wenye frowned.
A timid voice came from outside the door: "Young Master, Young Madam, it's the servant."
It was Chang Wan's voice.
Hearing it was her, Shang Ruyi guessed roughly what it was about and said, "Come in."
Yu Wenye's brows furrowed even tighter.
