"Sigh."
Mu Anran cracked an egg into the boiling water absentmindedly, "Ah!"
The scalding water splashed out, a few drops landing on the back of her hand.
"It hurts!" She quickly placed her hand under the cool water to rinse it:
Mu Anran, oh Mu Anran, what's gotten into you? So what if he spoke a few words less to you, why are you so restless?
Useless!
Didn't you get through this when you just started as Yu Lingqian's mistress?
"Huff—"
She let out a long exhale and adjusted her emotions, sprinkled green onions on the cooked noodles, placed the egg, and then went upstairs.
The door of the study wasn't closed, and soft light leaked out from inside.
Mu Anran carried the steaming noodles toward it.
Through the crack in the door, she could see Yu Lingqian standing with his back to her at the French windows, on the phone:
"Our ship has been detained in international waters?"