Shi Nuan's face was still red, with her eyes, clear and bright, looking at Aunt Hui, saying, "No need to trouble you with tidying up, just put the luggage in the room, I'll take care of it myself!"
Aunt Hui didn't immediately respond, but instead, glanced sideways at Song Yansheng. Only when Song Yansheng nodded did she respectfully reply, "Okay, Madam!"
The luggage was quickly taken away by a servant. Song Yansheng walked over, took Shi Nuan's hand, and said, "It's very late, my stomach is hungry, shall we go eat? Hmm?"
The "Hmm" carried an obvious nasal tone, imbued with the deep, magnetic quality of a mature man, making one's ears warm when it brushed past.
After all, in front of so many people, Shi Nuan didn't resist and nodded, prompting Song Yansheng to smile again.
Then he gave Aunt Hui a look, and she respectfully led the two towards the dining room.
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