The butler wheezed at the sight. The old mistress had already left the house hurriedly yesterday and now the master decided to move out as well.
Did they have another fight again? He thought.
They certainly looked displeased. The maid and the butler confirmed the theory when Huo Yunting left with a roaring door slam
Well, Huo Yunting was suffering. It did not mean Lu Zhaoyang was actually enjoying her freedom.
She heaved her briefcase to the door as she reached for the key in her pocket. It was a simple space with one bedroom that faced the south on the apartment's third floor.
