Ling Chuxia subconsciously clenched the report in her hand, her complexion turning somewhat pale, so much so that when she got out of the car and stood in front of the butler, the butler asked with puzzled concern, "Young Madam, are you feeling unwell?"
Ling Chuxia's grip tightened even more as she made an effort to lift her lips in a slight smile and said to the butler in a gentle and soft voice, "I'm fine."
Although the butler remained puzzled, he did not say anything further, his demeanor respectful and his tone serious, "Young Madam, Madam has been waiting for you since early this morning, please go in quickly."
Ling Chuxia nodded calmly, but a trace of unease still flickered in the depths of her eyes.
If Mrs. Shi were to find out that she had failed to conceive once again, perhaps a mere warning would no longer suffice to let her off easily...
