"Really?" Song Chuyi put his hands in his pockets as he walked down the stairs step by step. His gaze was like a sharp sword.
Huang Hui subconsciously took a few steps back and her pupils shifted badly.
"Chuyi, what are you doing in the middle of the night?" Song Chulang's voice suddenly came from upstairs. His tall silhouette was enveloped in the shadows in the hallway, emitting an indescribable sense of suppression.
Song Chuyi turned his head back and said to Huang Hui, "Go back to sleep first."
"Yes, yes." Huang Hui returned to the nanny's room quickly as though she had received salvation.
Song Chulang walked down the stairs step by step. "Didn't you return to the Yan Household?"
"Let's go out for a chat," Song Chuyi said.
Song Chulang's brows shifted a little and he followed Song Chuyi outside to the garden slowly. He was wearing navy blue pyjamas and his steps were calm.