Fortunately, aside from Liu Siqi and his wife in the backyard and Lao Fan with his disciple who were desperately indulging in pastries, there was no one else present in the Fuman Building at that moment. Otherwise, Su Qiuyu's nearly frenzied demeanor would have truly scared people away!
It wasn't easy for her to finish venting, and only then did Yaner finally breathe a sigh of relief. Because of the day's events, Su Qiuyu, not wanting to annoy Xia Zheng, didn't dare to smash any more teacups, nor did she dare to damage anything else. She could only violently assault the pillows and quilt on the bed. Although they became somewhat wrinkled, thankfully, they remained intact.
Yaner picked up the pillows and quilt thrown to the ground by her mistress, hugged them tightly to her chest, and timidly asked, "Miss, why don't you rest now? It's already midnight."
Su Qiuyu sat blankly on the edge of the bed, tears streaming down her face unchecked. This time, she was genuinely heartbroken.
