At this moment, the mansion was brightly lit, with splendid and colorful murals spread across the entire hall, and court-style, luxurious furniture glittered with gold under the lights.
"Young Madam, the bath is ready; you can go take a bath now," a servant approached.
"Okay." It was indeed a bit cold outside; a bath would certainly warm me up.
Shu Wan went upstairs, and the servant stepped forward to ask Fu Siyu, "Young Master, would you like to take a bath?"
"No need." Fu Siyu took off his suit jacket, the right shoulder covered with beads of rain.
After all, the umbrella that had protected Shu Wan had been completely tilted over to her side.
"Get me a towel."
"Alright."
Upstairs, Shu Wan intended to just wash up simply, but after enduring more than ten hours on the plane, the moment she stepped into the bathtub, she was so comfortable that she didn't want to get out.
