Whether or not to admit the identity of Li Shengxiao seemed indeed to be a problem.
Rong Yan was lost in her thoughts when suddenly someone knocked on the door.
"Knock knock."
She put aside her notebook, came back to her senses, and turned around to say, "Come in."
A servant-like person came in holding a tray and, after calling 'Miss Rong,' placed two bowls of steaming soup in front of Rong Yan, saying respectfully, "Miss Rong, this is the supper Madame has prepared for you and the young master, one portion each. Please enjoy."
"Uh, I'm already full from dinner..."
It seemed they had only eaten dinner less than three hours ago, and she was not at all hungry now.
The servant, keeping his head down, said, "Madame personally simmered this and instructed us to make sure Miss Rong drinks some. Perhaps, Miss Rong, you could drink just a little?"
It was Mrs. Lin's doing again... Rong Yan feared nothing except Lin Zhiya's eager and expectant look. She really didn't know what to do.