Yu Jingting dragged Suizi back to their room, slammed the door shut, and sat on the bed, fuming.
Suizi fumbled around on the desk, pulled out a stack of papers, and chose one that read "What's wrong?" and held it up.
Since she couldn't speak, she wrote down some of the most frequently used phrases.
"You have the nerve to ask me! Don't you have any idea what you've done?"
Yu Jingting ground his teeth as he spoke.
Suizi blinked innocently and, before Yu Jingting could lose his temper, silently took out a piece of paper from her pocket, which bore the line:
"A lack of forbearance in small matters upsets great plans."
Yu Jingting saw the line, licked his back teeth, great.
She knew all along that this would make him angry, and had already prepared the placating note.
"Do you think you can convince me with such stale platitudes? Let me tell you, it's no use; I am not easy to appease!"
