"Ah…" Ye Ranran let out a cry of alarm as she was placed on the sofa in the living room, her eyebrows knitting together in discomfort.
The servants and butler, who hadn't gone to sleep, watched her with extreme nervousness, fearing that something was wrong.
"What's wrong, what's wrong? What happened to little Ranran?" Xiao Mochi called out loudly, standing on the second floor.
"What happened to Mommy?" Ye Xingchen emerged, tugging on Xiao Mochi's arm for a hug.
Under everyone's anxious gaze, Ye Ranran held her forehead, her face full of embarrassment, and whispered to Xiao Sichen, "Stop pressing on my shoulder; explain to everyone quickly."
The pressure of Xiao Sichen's hand eased slightly, and as he lifted his eyes, a cold glance swept over the room.
In an instant, the spacious living room was left with only the two of them.
Xiao Mochi, too, carried Ye Xingchen into the treasure room as if fleeing from a disaster.