"It was Sixteen, Sixteen accidentally knocked over madam's water cup, and the water splashed onto the laptop... The computer broke."
Sixteen howled, rubbing against Fu Tingzhou's leg as if admitting the mistake.
The man stood at the stairway entrance, gazing at the tightly closed door. This place used to be a storeroom, used for storing miscellaneous household items, yet he allowed this woman to live here.
"Auntie Song, has she ever complained to you that she wants to move to the second floor?"
"No, madam... is content. She said this is the best room she has ever lived in..." Auntie Song wanted to say more, as she could see that the relationship between the master and madam was not good. But as a servant, she had no place to speak.
Fu Tingzhou walked to the room door, raising his hand as if to knock.
After hesitating for a few seconds, the man's expression remained unchanged, still indifferent like a calm lake without a ripple.
But his hand was already gently lowered.
