Qin Yuan lifted her foot and walked in, only to see Marquis Gu sitting behind the table with stubble emerging on his chin and cheeks, and red veins in his eyes.
His clothes were unchanged, wrinkled, still yesterday's.
This appearance... seemed like he hadn't slept all night.
"Husband, didn't you rest last night?" Qin Yuan looked at him disapprovingly.
Gu Jinghui gave a dry laugh and said, "I'm going to wash up, Yuan'er, sit here and wait for me for a moment."
With that, he quickly stood up and went to wash.
Hong Ye and Cui Ming were setting the meal on the table beside them.
Qin Yuan casually flipped through the notes on the table, scattered about, numbering more than a dozen, with idle phrases written on them, lacking coherence overall.
Reading them was baffling.
There must be an agreed reading method between Marquis Gu and his subordinates that outsiders could not easily decipher.
