Chu Yihan's study light was on all night.
It seemed like every time he got angry, he liked to go to the study.
Often, he would stay in the study the whole night and only leave for work the next day.
Knowing that she had angered Chu Yihan quite severely, Su Ge had been thinking of ways to appease him.
Even late into the night, she sat on the living room sofa, causing all the housemaids to dare not rest.
Su Ge had already looked up towards the study on the second floor for the five hundred and eightieth time.
She might develop cervical spondylosis from all this looking.
Had his anger subsided a little? Could she go up now?
She was afraid that if she rashly went now, it wouldn't be petting but rather running headlong into the muzzle of a gun.
If Chu Yihan really beat her in a fit of rage, her slender arms and legs would suffer—none of it would be worth it.