"Hanlu, I’ve said it before: I have my own sense of proportion." Seeing her like this, Wen Shiqing didn't want to reprimand her further. She simply waved her hand, "Withdraw. I’m going to rest."
Hanlu curtsied again, "Then this servant will go and attend to those matters."
Separated by only a curtain, Shen Heting’s hand froze in mid-air. The thick fabric could not muffle the sound; their conversation had carried through, crystal clear, word for word.
Chapter 131