"Well," Zhao Zhan suddenly raised his right hand, which had been hanging by his side, and spoke, "The roast pork trotters and ribs seem to be cold. Shall I go and heat them up for you?"
"Zhao Zhan!"
Yue Jiaojiao's eyes widened, and she angrily grabbed the pillow next to her and threw it over. "You've read the book for nothing! Get out!"
Zhao Zhan left the room in a hurry.
The more Yue Jiaojiao thought about it, the angrier she got. Walking barefoot to the door, she saw Zhao Zhan standing obediently by the door, not moving an inch.
When he saw her pop out, he immediately turned his head and looked at her pitifully.
Yue Jiaojiao laughed coldly and slammed the door in his face. "You can sleep in the study tonight!"
He had the silly look of a gentleman, which made it seem like he was doing something wrong.
She had clearly been seduced by Zhao Zhan, alright?
