Outside the door, Aunt Lin's raised hand paused slightly.
Today, the young master seemed to have an exceptionally severe case of getting up on the wrong side of the bed.
It had been a long time since Aunt Lin had heard such furious shouting from Yu Siting.
She remembered the last time was probably when the mistress had died; perhaps it was because today was the anniversary of the mistress's death that his mood was so foul.
Wisely choosing not to knock again, she turned and went downstairs.
Yan Xi now had completely lost her interest, and so had Yu Siting.
However, considering his gloomy expression, she still asked softly,
"Should we continue?"
Yu Siting, with a cold face, directly threw off the covers and got out of bed, clearly with no intention of continuing.
He went straight into the bathroom. Yan Xi lay in bed for a while to calm down, then also got up.
Downstairs.
Aunt Lin had already prepared breakfast.