Shen Chi stood under a fountain outside his private estate; it was still morning in Washington, and the air was filled with birdsong and the fragrance of flowers.
He furrowed his brows, still feeling uneasy. He made a phone call to the Shen Family.
"Master Shen, good day." It was the butler, Ling, who answered.
"Butler Ling, is Chaomu there?"
"Chaomu is not here; she went to the Waterside Pavilion."
"Waterside Pavilion?" Shen Chi's frown deepened. "Why did she go to the Waterside Pavilion? By herself?"
"Master Shen, yes, she said she wanted to go alone and didn't want anyone to follow her. However, there are servants at Waterside Pavilion, so you don't need to worry too much."
"How has she been lately?"
"These past few days, when I called her, she said she was out having fun, so I didn't dare to disturb her too much."
Shen Chi felt that something was amiss, but he couldn't pinpoint what it was.
"I see." Shen Chi hung up the phone.