C360 Conspiracy

"Where's Young Mistress?" Si Qianchen took off his coat and looked at the butler. He plopped down on the sofa and pressed the spot between his eyebrows.

"Young Mistress is in her room, probably sleeping." The butler respectfully handed over a cup of hot tea. There was a hesitant expression on his face. Si Qianchen raised his hand to receive the cup of hot tea and glanced at him