Qin Mo ignored the calls but couldn't ignore the housekeeper.
"I'm up."
Qin Mo yawned. She was too tired; it was still so early. She had gone to bed too late last night, so now she just wanted to stay in bed.
"If you haven't gotten up yet, you can continue sleeping. I'm just here to call you once."
The housekeeper had clearly noticed the evidence from last night.
The young master and the young madam had been sneaking around again. Their relationship was getting better and better—it wouldn't be surprising if they started sleeping in the same room one day. Honestly, the young master had some issues; even after marriage, they didn't share a room, which was completely incomprehensible to the older generation's sensibilities.
He was still thinking about taking care of the young master's child.
"Oh, alright…"
Older folks really had the healthiest routines; they always seemed full of energy. Qin Mo buried herself back into the bed again—it was still early.