In the living room.
The atmosphere was strange.
Jiang Yufei had marks on her face, and Li Xiu sat with his hands tightly clasped, his head hung low. Just one glance was enough to tell they had fought at home—physically, too. Jiang Xiaorou honestly hadn't expected Li Xiu to domestically abuse Jiang Yufei.
Heh, interesting. Very interesting indeed.
"Spit it out! What's the reason you suddenly showed up?" Jiang Xiaorou said coldly, clearly not wanting to waste time with the two of them.
Silence again.
Li Xiu shot Jiang Yufei a glance, signaling for her to speak. But Jiang Yufei didn't know how to broach the topic. She knew Jiang Xiaorou's temperament—backtracking on an agreed matter would be tricky.
"Looks like you two don't have anything important to say, so I'll head up to rest." Jiang Xiaorou stood up.
Seeing her about to leave, Jiang Yufei hastily got up and grabbed Jiang Xiaorou's wrist.
"Wait."
Jiang Yufei's face was filled with hesitation.