The Trap Behind the Wedding (7)

"Uh…"

Seeing the maid stutter, Shen Mingxi became even more curious.

"So it's not from my mom?"

"Young Master, it's not from your mother."

"Then who is it from?"

"It's from Young Madam… No, I mean… it's from Miss Wei."

The Shen Family's maid was still used to calling Wei Ying "Young Madam", so there was a slip of the tongue.

"Wei Ying was here?" Shen Mingxi was a little caught off guard.

"Yeah."

"When?"

"An hour ago, maybe. I didn't see her either. The security guards brought in the congee and asked me to heat it up and give it to you."

When Shen Mingxi heard this, he became silent.

He looked down at the small bowl filled with rice porridge, which was still steaming.

It wasn't even 7:30 yet. An hour ago?

So, right at sunrise?

It was important to note that Wei Ying was a full-on lazy worm. She especially liked to sleep in late and rarely got up so early.