Over several days, Wen Xin had made all her preparations. She sat lazily on the sofa, her lustrous eyes dimly fixed on the laptop resting on her lap, her fingers tapping swiftly on the keyboard. From the frequency of Wen Xin's typing, one could discern that her mood was not very good.
Chu Yunxuan and Xiao Mi were sitting on the sofa opposite Wen Xin, not daring to make a sound. They were worried that they might be affected by Wen Xin's bad mood.
After an indeterminate amount of time, a hurried sequence of footsteps sounded from outside the living room. The butler hurried in from outside.
"Miss, Master Zhuge and Madam have come. He said he has something he wants to discuss with you."
Upon hearing that Zhuge Jingming and his wife had come together, Wen Xin was somewhat taken aback. She could not think of any reason for Zhuge Jingming's visit that day.
"Please have them come in."
