There was no response in the living room, only the rustle in the study. Trixie's anger surged and rushed to the door of the study. She twisted the handle hard!

The clothes of the two people in the study were messy. Her husband looked at her and could faintly see sweat on his forehead.

The piano teacher, dressed in a red dress, stood beside him and smiled at her. Her view is particularly dazzling.

"Trixie, aren't you at work? Why did you come back at this time?" Daryl tidied ...