No one had a peaceful night, thus everyone woke up late in the morning.
In the dining room, everyone was eating breakfast in silence. The servants on the side were trembling in fear, worrying about being affected by the master's rage.
"Where is Azhe?" An Zhonghui put down the newspaper and asked.
"Master is having his meal in the room." A servant respectfully answered from the side.
An Zhonghui's face creased, but he didn't ask further and quietly continued his breakfast.
Hearing this, Zhou Qi's expression subtly changed, unusually without any complaints.
She knew deep down, crystal clear like a mirror, that the mother-son bond between her and her eldest son would only become more distant and estranged after what happened yesterday.
With that thought, she sneakily glanced at An Chong, who was sitting diagonally across from her.
