Xiu Shu was holding a plate of fruit. When she saw Feng Xing, she blinked with some surprise, "Ah, how come it's you, uncle, staying in this room?"
Feng Xing scrutinized her, not noticing any issues, but remained vigilant, "This is my room. What are you doing here?"
Xiu Shu pouted, "I thought this was the little brother's room. Looks like I got the wrong one."
As she finished speaking, she carried the plate, seemingly intending to leave, as if she had simply entered the wrong room.
However, Feng Xing called out to her, asking, "Little girl, did you hear any singing just now?"
Xiu Shu turned back, looking puzzled, glancing around, "Singing? No, when I came here, there was no one, and only after I knocked on the door. What singing?"
Her expression was natural, not seeming fake.
Feng Xing frowned, thinking, could he have really heard wrong?
