"What else could I do?"
As she casually retorted, Mu Shanshan reverted to her usual cold detachment without a hint of embarrassment, pushing her bowl and chopsticks towards Lin Fei, "It's too late, I still need to wash up and apply a face mask. Besides, I don't do dishes. This is your trouble now."
She probably realized her actions were a bit inappropriate. As she got up, right before Lin Fei could lose his temper, Shanshan quickly sweetened the deal, "From now on, your monthly allowance will go back to five hundred. Also, the dinner you made was quite delicious. I'm very satisfied, thank you."
After speaking, Shanshan hastened upstairs at nearly double her usual pace, taking advantage of the moment Lin Fei spoke in a cold voice.
...
Second-floor study.
Snap!
After turning on the light, Shanshan walked gracefully to the desk and picked up the photo of her deceased biological mother that had been there since the day she moved into the villa.