When she came home, Lu Hualiang caught her red-handed.
At that moment, Lu Hualiang was sitting grandly in the living room, looking in quite a foul mood.
"Where have you been?"
Xia Weibao glanced at him expressionlessly, not understanding why this man had his face all clouded over again, "Went out for fun."
"Fun?" Lu Hualiang's smile was scornful, "Look at the time now."
"It's only half past twelve."
Xia Weibao felt somewhat guilty.
It wasn't her fault, after all, you can't teach someone a lesson in broad daylight, can you?
Which meant she had to sneak out at night.
Lu Hualiang's expression grew even more overcast—she, a woman, not coming home in the dead of night!
"From now on, you must be home before twelve!"
Lu Hualiang said this, then felt it wasn't quite right. Twelve was too late.
"Eight o'clock, you must be home before eight o'clock."
"Why?"
Xia Weibao's face immediately darkened.
