"Mm-hmm, the items have all been put away neatly, and the place has been cleaned three times, there shouldn't be any problems."
Just as she was rounding the corner, Luo Yuwei heard voices in conversation and instinctively hid herself.
"That's good, the master is picky about cleanliness, make sure every detail is properly dealt with. Don't lock the door to the room; the master will be going straight to bed when he returns."
"Understood."
After the conversation ended, the footsteps of the two servants gradually faded away in the corridor.
Rubbing her temples, sore from the drunkenness, Luo Yuwei stepped out and braced herself against the wall, only to catch a glimpse of the staircase leading to the top-floor suite at the fork in the corridor, and her gaze suddenly fixed.
The master's room...
The door isn't locked...
