「The next day.」
At noon, Zhao Qiao'Er sat in the main hall, looking as poised and elegant as ever. She calmly sipped a cup of throat-soothing tea.
Looking at her now, you'd never imagine that just last night, this very mature and stunning woman had been the one wailing and screaming her lungs out.
The things she'd been screaming were simply too filthy to repeat.
Even the whores in the brothels probably weren't as vulgar as she had been.
So unbelievably wanton.
The dishes for lunch were now almost all on the table.
"Come on, let's eat. Aren't you hungry?"
Song Meiqin, who had just finished setting out the chopsticks, raised an eyebrow at Zhao Qiao'Er and said.
Song Meiqin hadn't gone to the factory today.
After all the commotion last night, she had stayed home, worried something might come up today.
Zhao Qiao'Er glanced at Song Meiqin and gave a soft snort. Without a word, she looked toward the south room.
Song Meiqin couldn't help but roll her eyes.
