Back at the apartment, she slammed the door shut behind her.
The man following her quickly caught the forcefully slammed door.
He chuckled, "Miss Qiao is really childish."
"I'm exhausted, Mu Jingxi, you better not provoke me."
After a busy day, feeling both tired and hungry, Mu Jingxi was still intentionally or unintentionally provoking her. If Qiao An hadn't exploded yet, it was because of her good temper.
If he pushed her further, Qiao An couldn't guarantee that she wouldn't make a scene.
The maid, Aunt Zhang, was a kind and amiable middle-aged woman who was very efficient and always kept the apartment spick and span.
Together with the chef, Uncle Wang, who cooked delicious food, they were a married couple who didn't live in the apartment but had their own home.
They would only come to the apartment during the day to cook three meals and clean the apartment.
On the dining table, there were several dishes that had long gone cold.
