Lu Fengxuan silently took the food, set it aside, and then glanced at him before quietly issuing a "dismissal order."
Lu Xingye didn't want to stay longer either. He turned to leave, but then something seemed to occur to him, and he turned back to say to her,
"Yu Chiyin hasn't died yet, and you're so eager to mourn for him. You should wait until it's confirmed he's dead before you cry."
Unable to tolerate any more, Lu Fengxuan grabbed something at hand and threw it at him, hitting him squarely in the back.
She exclaimed sharply, "Get out——"
Thud, the object fell to the ground.
Lu Xingye turned back to glare at her, not without anger in his heart.
But when his gaze met her teary, red-rimmed eyes, he pursed his lips, turned on his heel, and stalked off, seething.
Lu Fengxuan had already been holding back her tears; Lu Xingye's inauspicious words only provoked her, and she felt her tears stoked by irritation.
