“Sorry to upset you.” Xia Nuan smiled sadly, “It seems that you have been capricious recently. You could tell me if you are tired. I am not that kind of trouble.”

She said, retreated to the door, and left.

Ye Sichen looked at her figure, with rising anger, squeezed his fists, and hit the table fiercely.

Meng Zuo stood outside the door, looked at the mess in the study, with a flash of worry in his eyes. He came in slowly, ...