The underlings who were still desperately waiting to get out of prison were on the verge of tears.
"Master, how was I supposed to know that was the young mistress's room?"
He had deliberately avoided the master bedroom and specifically picked a guest room.
Who knew you motherfuckers were separated!
Lu Hualiang was so angry he could hardly breathe.
Here it goes again, the feeling of shooting himself in the foot.
If only he had known how hard it would be to return home, he never should have stormed out in a huff in the first place.
At four in the morning, a phone call summoned Yang Li.
Yang Li, with eyes like those of a panda, stood in the CEO's office, staring at the man behind the desk.
In his mind, he chanted three times: This is my master, I can't get angry, this is my master, I can't get angry, this is my master, I can't get angry.
Then he silently recited the Calming Incantation three times, finally managing to suppress the temper that was about to explode.
