Shu Yu, borrowing Meng Han's motion, left the dining table and hurriedly walked toward the front hall.
"Where are you taking me?" Shu Yu saw her slowing her steps upon reaching the front hall, looking sneaky, and couldn't help rubbing her forehead.
Meng Han shushed her, "Sister Shuyu, someone is speaking ill of you, I'm taking you to listen."
Shu Yu twitched the corner of her mouth and was dragged down into a crouch without further explanation.
Staring intently, she finally realized they were currently crouched under the window of Lanhua's boudoir.
Shu Yu couldn't help but rub her forehead, "There are so many guests coming and going at Eldest Uncle's house today, hiding here, we'll be spotted in no time."
Meng Han thought it made sense, so she asked Ying Xi to keep watch.
Shu Yu, "..."
