But Tang Changsheng's face darkened. He had left arrangements in place, and he could tell that someone had entered after he crossed over.
The invasion of his privacy infuriated Master Tang. He opened the door and walked out at an unhurried pace.
He ran straight into an attendant, whose face filled with astonishment at the sight of him. "Mr. Tang... how did you get out? Wasn't it... wasn't it empty in there?"
Tang Changsheng smiled faintly. "Who opened the door to my basement? And... hmm..."
As he spoke, he noticed the brand-new sheets, duvet covers, and other linens in the attendant's arms.
“Well... someone's staying in this Villa!” the attendant stammered when he saw what Tang Changsheng was looking at.
Someone's staying here? Master Tang is still living here. Who dares take my room? He did not say it aloud, but a cold smile spread across his face.
The attendant looked miserable. It felt as though a hundred alpacas were stampeding through his mind. He could not help blaming his superiors for failing to sort things out and leaving him to face the consequences.
Fortunately, Tang Changsheng was not one to take his anger out on others. He merely asked, "Who is it? Don't they know I'm staying here?"
"They know, they know. It's someone from the special envoy delegation..."
"You got in touch with them?" Tang Changsheng asked. The delegation's plane had lost contact earlier, raising fears that it had crashed. He had not expected them to arrive safely after all.
"There are too many people in the delegation, and we didn't have enough rooms ready. So one of them insisted on coming to discuss it with you, Mr. Tang. But then he forced his way into the basement, and when he didn't find you there, he insisted on