As she uttered these words, Ji Zimo knew that staying here would only make her the butt of the joke, and the smile on her face vanished.
"Alright, then, Acheng, you should rest early tonight; I'll prepare breakfast for you tomorrow,"
Her voice had barely faded when Lu Jincheng cut her off.
"No need. I'll pack up some things and stay outside tonight; I'm a bit tired. You don't have to get up to make breakfast tomorrow morning. Just wait for the nanny to finish cooking and eat."
Lu Jincheng's words were a naked rejection and resistance.
Ji Zimo's face stiffened, and even a forced smile could not be conjured up as she slowly retreated from the study.
And at the very moment the door of the study closed, Lu Jincheng let out a sigh, leaned back in his chair, his eyes and brows filled with weariness.
He looked out at the moon through the window, the moon obscured by clouds, its light unable to penetrate the fog.
