Shen Miaomiao lay in Nanzhi's bedroom waiting, but Nanzhi didn't return after some time. Miaomiao could only stare blankly at the ceiling.
"Miaomiao?"
Nanzhi tiptoed into the room before quietly calling out to Miaomiao.
"Sister Nanzhi, you're back?"
Shen Miaomiao immediately sat up in bed, her walnut-like eyes wide open and fixed on Nanzhi.
"Yeah. You're still awake?" Nanzhi frowned at Miaomiao's swollen eyes, sympathy rare in her heart.
"I was waiting for you. Tell me, was Auntie Zhuang acting strangely?" Miaomiao poured a cup of water for Nanzhi before she asked the question.
She had found Auntie Zhuang's behavior at dinner quite odd.
Even though the customs in Nanzhi's house weren't as rigid as those wealthy families, anyone with a sense should avoid sitting next to Uncle Lin.
Even allowing Auntie Zhuang to eat at the same table was a generous act done by Auntie Lin. But was there a precedent for a servant to sit beside the house owner?