Si Chenli carried the medicine box and left, thoughtfully closing the door behind him.
Sang Qiao lay down on the bed, her ear tips slightly red, as she realized she had become increasingly skilled at coaxing him, and couldn't bear to see even his slight disappointments.
However, this did not affect her biological clock, Sang Qiao still went to sleep early and woke up early.
When she went downstairs, Si Chenli had not yet gotten up, but the part-time worker had arrived, was cleaning, and someone was cooking in the kitchen with a soft sound.
Compared to the servants at the old house, these here were much quieter, almost imperceptible.
"Madam, do you have anything specific you'd like for breakfast?" the part-time worker asked tenderly when she saw her, her voice very gentle.
"Anything is fine." Sang Qiao wasn't picky and didn't have any dietary restrictions.
"Alright." The part-time worker nodded and went back into the kitchen to cook.
