She reached for a teacup on the bedside table in frustration and threw it to the ground, shattering it.
"Why come to me drunk and incoherent!"
With a "clang," Shen Chi heard everything clearly from next door, and his temper almost flared up.
There was no reason for her to lash out at him like this; it was utterly unreasonable. He really didn't know what had upset her.
Shen Chi smoked several cigarettes in a row before finally turning off the light and going to bed.
That night, he didn't sleep at all. He woke up in the morning with a severe headache and had no choice but to rest at home.
In the morning, he went downstairs first.
"Young Master Four, good morning," the butler greeted him as he came down, quickly bringing over a steaming hot breakfast.
Shen Chi pulled out a chair, perhaps a bit too forcefully, as it made a significant noise.
The butler jumped, because Shen Chi was usually an extremely graceful man who would never pull a chair out like that.
