As Yan Xiaye was feeling inexplicably panicked, the maid finally stopped in front of a room at the end of the corridor, bowed slightly, and opened the door for her. "We're here, please come in."
"Thank you."
Yan Xiaye walked into the room in a daze, and the door closed behind her without attracting much of her attention.
Standing in the small living room, she looked around and noticed that the décor of this room was far more tasteful than the reception room she had just been in. Although it was too exquisite and lacked a lived-in feel, it suited Miss Bai Handan's stature.
If there were anything unusual about the room, it might be that the air conditioning was set quite low and, perhaps because Bai Handan hadn't woken up yet, the windows were tightly covered by curtains, creating the impression of dusk, which should only be possible later in the day.
"Bai Handan? I am Yan Xiaye. Are you awake?"
