"I'm so pissed off! So pissed off!"
Zhou Mingchen had pushed Xia Lu out under the pretense that he didn't want to be disturbed while sleeping, and conveniently locked the bedroom door behind her.
Zhang Ma timely brought over a pot of fine tea and two plates of pastries, placing them on the coffee table, "Madam, please try the two new desserts I've recently learned to make, caramel soufflé and mango milk tart."
Xia Lu glanced at the desserts on the table, which she normally wouldn't be able to resist for a moment, but now with a pent-up annoyance in her chest, she really wasn't in the mood to eat anything.
"Madam," Zhang Ma sat down next to her, seeing her this way she knew there had been another unpleasantness with Zhou Mingchen, "Look at yourself, getting all worked up over a quarrel with your husband. Isn't the only one getting hurt your own body?"
