She never liked others touching her things. What did she treat the apartment as now? Was it her own home?
Fangke followed uneasily to the side of the sofa. Although she did not know why Catherine was so hostile towards her, she understood that it was definitely because of the young master.
“Miss, I’m not leaving.”Fangke shook her head and followed her cold gaze to the coffee table. She cried out in surprise, then, she immediately rushed to the coffee table and began to clean up. “I’m sorry, Miss, I didn’t mean to! It’s just that there’s nothing left to eat at home, so I ordered takeout... you came back before I had time to clean up.”
She cleaned up in a panic. The takeout box fell onto the carpet. Fang ke quickly reached out to pick it up, but there was still some soup stains left in the box, dirtying the pure white carpet.
