The lights in the Yan family's house brightened all at once within five short minutes.
The most venerable members of the family stood in the living room, while the golden retriever that had been sleeping soundly was startled awake and began barking inside.
In such a situation, even the wisest of butlers was a bit befuddled.
The butler bowed his head slightly and spoke softly, "Young President Yan and Young Madam Yan have not come out since they returned."
Rong Yue frowned, "They've been in the room the whole time?"
"Yes."
Old Mr. Yan didn't believe it, "Impossible, I clearly heard Qilan say so!"
Old Madam Yan was full of worry, "Maybe they've already started discussing divorce in the room."
Rong Yue's face was filled with concern.
After exchanging a glance, they tacitly moved towards the bedroom door of Jingting and his companion not far away.
Old Madam Yan carefully opened a crack in the door.
"Mom, is this really... okay?"