Three mornings later, Uncle Wu followed his usual routine and drove Wan Xiaoxiao to school.
"Uncle Wu, is my sister's work still not finished?"
Wan Xiaoxiao sat in the passenger seat, looking puzzled.
Uncle Wu's expression remained unchanged as he calmly replied, "It should be soon, Second Miss."
Yes, Wan Qingyun had not come home for three consecutive nights.
Uncle Wu's explanation was that the Young Madam had work to handle and was staying elsewhere.
The little girl believed him innocently.
"Okay..." Wan Xiaoxiao drooped her head.
She had not seen her sister for days and missed her terribly.
"Huh? Isn't that my sister?" Wan Xiaoxiao suddenly raised a hand to shade her eyes and squinted toward a breakfast shop by the roadside.
Uncle Wu looked over, and his pupils contracted slightly.
He suddenly jerked the steering wheel, crossing a solid line to change lanes without hesitation (do not try this in real life!), then turned left at the light that had just changed.
"Second Miss, you saw wrong."
"Huh? Uncle Wu, this isn't the way to school."
Uncle Wu's expression did not change. "There's traffic ahead."
Wan Xiaoxiao thought back. "Just now, it seemed like... there weren't any cars..."
"No, Second Miss. No one understands this road better than I do," Uncle Wu said righteously, with utter certainty.
"Okay, then just now..."
"That was absolutely not the Young Madam. The Young Madam is handling work!" Uncle Wu cut her off.
"Oh."
Seeing Uncle Wu so certain, Wan Xiaoxiao scratched her head, and the doubts in her heart gradually subsided.
Meanwhile.
Jiang Junyi had brought Wan Qingyun to eat at a ramen shop. By then, they were nearly done.
"There's something wrong with Medicine King Valley's heads. What decent person schedules an auction in the morning?"
As Jiang Junyi complained,