Xia Yihan swallowed the remaining half of her yawn with difficulty, her face suddenly flushing red as if she had been caught in the act like a thief. She habitually bit her lip and said softly, 'I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, I won't do this again in the future.' Her blushing cheeks, her restless eyes, and her loose maid uniform, which revealed two white semi-circles at the collar, made her look so vulnerable that men wanted to protect her and yet also wanted to tease her mercilessly. Ye Zimo's gaze was fixed directly on her eyes, and she could hear her own fearful heartbeat, unusually loud. She lowered her head to avoid his strange look.

His hand reached out towards her slightly, then clenched into a fist, retracted, and he turned away with pursed lips. Is that it? She thought he would make things difficult for her, or perhaps ask her to follow him into the room to take over the shift. He didn't say anything, which was a great relief. After he left, Xia Yihan took a deep breath and silently prayed in her heart: Xiao Jun, please help me, let Chairman Ye arrive here sooner. She calmed herself down and continued to mop the floor until there wasn't a speck of dust on the white cloth. The security guard on duty locked the door and yawned as he went back to sleep. Xia Yihan guessed that Ye Zimo must have gone to bed too, so she quietly went to the bathroom to take out all the hidden pieces of cloth and sewing supplies, spreading them out on the floor. Fortunately, they had been in such a hurry that the cloth wasn't cut into very small pieces; it was still in large chunks. She sorted the pieces into two piles for two skirts, first piecing together one of them, and then began to sew. The task was immense, and she knew that if the stitches were obvious, the butler would find fault, so she made the stitches particularly fine. She was grateful that she had done this as a child; she was still quite skilled.

The main lights in the hall had already been turned off, and the current lighting was somewhat dim, making it difficult for her to see clearly, thus straining her efforts. She didn't know how much time had passed when her drowsiness grew heavier. She propped up her stiff eyelids, and the needle pricked her hand many times. The pain would jolt her back to consciousness. After taking a shower and reading a book, Ye Zimo turned on the computer in his room and clicked on the surveillance footage of the hall, his gaze settling heavily on Xia Yihan sitting on the floor. It was somewhat dark, and he couldn't quite see what she was doing, so he leaned closer to the screen for a better look. Upon seeing that she was mending clothes, his eyebrows twitched imperceptibly. Just then, Xia Yihan was feeling sleepy again, and the needle tip accidentally pricked the crease of her thumb, the sharp pain fully awakening her. She squeezed the tip of her finger hard, blood seeping out, and tears involuntarily followed suit. The night was so deep, perhaps only at this moment could she allow herself to cry. She had held back for too long, and once the tears were released, they could no longer be stopped. She dared not make a sound, so she bit her lip fiercely, letting the tears flow continuously, releasing her emotions. Ye Zimo stared blankly at the screen, his gaze becoming very complex. His fists gradually clenched, tightened, and then loosened. Picking up the phone on the coffee table, he skillfully dialed a few numbers, and soon the respectful voice of the butler came through. "Mr. Ye!" "Has our Ye family become so poor that we need a servant to mend her own clothes?" he asked coldly. The butler, who had been half asleep, was momentarily confused. "Mr. Ye, I, I don't understand." "Well, now listen carefully! Tomorrow, have two new uniforms made for Xia Yihan. Until the uniforms are ready, she can wear whatever she likes."