After returning to the apartment, Zoya inserted the flower Ragib had bought into a vase.
She opened the cake and looked at it. She swallowed and was reluctant to eat, so she closed the lid of the box and put it into the refrigerator.
She called Ragib several times, but he still didn't pick up.
"Hey!" She sighed. "When Shawn talked about that thing at noon, I felt that it was unreliable. Damn, now it's all right. He provoked Nangong. I fucking had a problem with Ragib again."
Leaning on the sofa, she looked at the empty apartment. "If I had known that Ragib would ask me to move to his 'Half Moon Lake' last time, I would have gone over. At least there is a servant there, and he doesn't need me to cook. He can also experience the leisure of Little Chloe's Young Madam. That's great. Tsk, tsk, what's wrong with my brain at that time?"
Zoya thought about it and called Chloe. After a while, Chloe answered the phone, "What's wrong, Zoya?"
