Bill stormed in from outside and immediately noticed the woman leisurely enjoying herself, which made his blood boil.
"Hey, you dead woman, have the nerve to eat my fruit? Heartless." His words carried a note of resentment, like a bitter woman scorned.
Qinghe merely glanced at him and said dismissively, "I've also contributed to the living expenses, so I'm eating my own fruit."
The corner of Bill's mouth twitched. He knew this woman was never up early for nothing. People of their status hardly cared about such petty cash. Usually, whoever had the time would go shopping. But ever since this lazy woman had arrived, she'd been freeloading off their meals and was even less willing to set foot in the supermarket than any of the men.