Lu Hualiang instantly felt as if he had rallied thousands of troops to settle a score, only to find the other party wouldn't even bother to fart at him—a suffocating feeling of frustration.
Moreover, she had just been wearing a pink camisole nightdress, so why had it now become a conservative auntie-style pajama set?
Did she change clothes as soon as she saw him come back, for fear of him getting an eyeful?
The more he thought about it, the angrier Lu Hualiang became. He huffed coldly and turned to leave.
He would sleep in the guest room!
She wouldn't ask him; she definitely wouldn't move back into the master bedroom!
Lying alone on the big bed in the guest room, Lu Hualiang tossed and turned, unable to sleep.
He took out his phone and looked at Xia Weibao's Weibo—only five thousand followers left.
Underneath it was a barrage of insults, which made his heart ache.
She must have been driven to mental instability from being bombarded with such abuse, right?
