Beichuan Si would never bother with something as trivial as personal privacy.
After all, Shan Yuanmu Yuzi is still lying in her sickbed.
According to what Shenzhu Shihui described about the Jade Destruction Disease, it's definitely not an optimistic symptom.
With her life hanging by a thread, who has the time to care about personal privacy?
Beichuan Si entered the room and surveyed the surroundings.
Shan Yuanmu Yuzi's room was indeed very clean, showing that the housekeepers cleaned diligently, but there was one place that was different.
Beichuan Si reached out to touch the bookshelf, and his fingertips easily slid down a layer of dust.
"Mr. Shan Yuan."
"This—" Shan Yuanmu was slightly startled, then whispered a few words to the middle-aged man behind him.
A few seconds later, a simple housemaid with a headscarf appeared before Beichuan Si and Shan Yuanmu.
"Miss Hino, why is there such a thick layer of dust on Yuzi's bookshelf?"