A week had passed since Xia Yuqing's conversation with Yan Rouxi.
Xia Yuqing was still investigating the woman who had tried to harm her, but frustratingly, she had turned up zero clues so far. She sat in her room now, hunched over her laptop, working through a few strategies, when a sudden knock sounded on her door. Her fingers paused over the keyboard.
"Enter," she commanded lightly.
The door creaked open, and a maid stepped inside, her arms straining under the weight of two heavy boxes. Xia Yuqing looked up from her laptop, her eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion.
"What is that?"
"Madam, I—I don't know... The delivery boy said these were for you," the maid explained, looking nervous.
Xia Yuqing arched a brow but waved her hand. "Put it down."
The maid obeyed, placing the boxes carefully on the bench at the foot of the bed before bowing quickly and hurrying out of the room.
