"Madam, since you've spoken thus, we naturally cannot dispute it further," Song Mu said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Yan Qinrui's expression softened, hiding the determination that filled the depths of her eyes.
"However, there are indeed matters within the residence, making it inconvenient to receive outsiders. If Madam truly has urgent business, please consider coming back another time," Song Lin responded solemnly.
Rejected again, Yan Qinrui's expression darkened instantaneously. She slightly bowed her head, displaying a visage of profound misery, frailly standing at the bottom of the steps, and hesitantly spoke, "But I have traveled thousands of miles, over mountains and rivers, just to see Sister Changsheng and to speak with her in person. Can it be that I won't even catch a glimpse of her?"
"Uh..."
Song Mu and Song Lin exchanged a look, full of confusion.
What had they just heard?
Sister Changsheng?
This lady in fine garments, could she be his lady's sister?
