Mr. Satan, let's meet tonight!

"But sir, the old man said..."

Hall stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking.

Under the illumination of the crystal chandelier, a dangerous glint could be clearly seen flashing in Si Tingye's slender eyes. "Butler Hall, do you still think you're sitting next to the old man?"

"No, no, that's not what I meant."

"Or do you really think I don't know that the old man sent you to the capital to spy on me?"

"..."

It was late autumn, and the temperature at home was just right, but Hall's forehead was already covered in a lot of fine sweat, and his face was a little pale.

If you look closely, you can also see that his hands, which are placed on his lower abdomen, are trembling slightly.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

Shang Xi continued eating, but occasionally glanced to the side out of the corner of her eye.

Si Tingye's facial expressions rarely change, especially not at this moment, but it is precisely this appearance that makes people somewhat frightened.

Shang Xi didn't know what kind of family the Si family was, nor did she know who this man's grandfather was, but judging from their conversation and the butler's behavior...

It seems that the grandfather and grandson do not have a good relationship, and even distrust each other.

Ah, how strange.

The surroundings were eerily quiet, and the ticking of the clock was crystal clear.

In the end, Hall had no choice but to compromise. He took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead and replied respectfully, "Sir, I will do as you say."

Si Tingye then looked away and picked up the tableware again. "Is the guest room ready?"

"Yes, sir, it's right next to yours."

"Ah."

Shangxi experienced some indigestion after dinner.

In her twenty years of life, this was the first time she had ever eaten her plate of food in such a stifling, machine-like atmosphere.

I felt an urge to vomit.

Seeing that the people at the table had finished their meals, the four maids quickly came forward to clean up.

Shang Xi sat quietly, waiting for the next instructions.

Suddenly remembering something, she turned her head and asked, "By the way, where's my piano?"

Hall looked puzzled and asked, "What zither? Miss Shang didn't have a zither in her luggage."

"what!"

Upon hearing this, Shang Xi stood up anxiously.

The violin was a keepsake from her birth mother, and it had never left her side since she was a child.

If that's gone, the last thread of connection between the mother and daughter will be severed.

"My violin case, which I kept with my suitcase, I saw you bring in together when you came in."

"..."

Hall shook his head, looking puzzled, and stammered, "The master doesn't like dirty things from outside coming into the house, so Miss Shang's things have all been sent to the junkyard. I suppose the violin you mentioned is one of them..."

A series of cracking sounds rang out as porcelain shattered on the ground.

Because of her large movements, Shang Xi accidentally snagged the tablecloth when she ran out, causing the exquisite vase on the dining table to fall to the ground.

Most importantly, a shard of the vase bounced off the ground and grazed Si Tingye's cheek.

A shallow bloodstain appeared.

Hall originally intended to pursue Shang Xi, but his sharp eyes noticed the change in the gentleman's face. "Good heavens, sir, what should we do? I'll go call the family doctor. Miss Shang is so impolite."

Si Tingye pursed his thin lips and raised his gloved hand to press it against his painful wound.