Mu Xia walked to the door, cracking it open warily. Situ Qingshan stood there, reluctantly holding a plate of fruit. "Dad sent this for you," she said, her tone flat. "He wants to see you in the study." "Alright," Mu Xia replied, reaching out to take the plate. Situ Qingshan’s eyes instinctively darted past her, trying to peer into the room. Mu Xia shifted to her left, blocking the view completely