The speechless Yan Shao was once again defeated.
He looked deeply at her, then silently turned back into the room.
"Young Master, you two..."
The uncle Hai in the room naturally couldn't hear what the two people were talking about on the terrace, but he saw their confrontational demeanor through the glass and thought it was bad.
"Uncle Hai, prepare one more guest room on the third floor."
Ignoring Uncle Hai's concern, Yan Shao commanded and then rubbed his temples, looking extremely tired as he turned and went upstairs.
Uncle Hai could do nothing about their current situation and could only watch in anxious concern.
Zhu Qianying, who had been outside for a while, also entered the room. Before Uncle Hai could say anything, she asked proactively, "Uncle Hai, do you have a laptop I could use?"
She left early in the morning to discuss shop decoration with a designer. As a result, she only had her mobile phone wallet and other items in her bag.
