Back at the mansion, the sky was already pitch black.
Shi Yu got out of the car, opened the back door, and unknowingly, Shen Cheng had already fallen asleep.
Her pale delicate hand tightly clutched the handmade suit that wrapped around her, not relaxing even in deep sleep.
Her little face was tightly furrowed together, and her eyebrows occasionally twitched slightly, as if she was dreaming about something.
Shi Yu bent down to carry her out of the car, glanced at her, and a doting smile spread across his lips.
Turning around, he strode into the hall.
The crystal chandeliers in the hall were lighting up, the dim yellow light filled every corner, making it appear mysterious and luxurious.
The servants saw his return and immediately fetched a pair of clean shoes from the shoe cabinet to change for him.
"Young Master, the Young Madam she…"
