Two minutes later, the study door opened.
Lian Xinying, fuming with anger, did not say a word and directly returned to her own room.
The steward choked up, unsure what to say.
He entered the study and saw the smashed computer on the ground, seemingly smoking as well.
Lian Xinying was never reckless, and she would not have smashed Yan Ye's laptop if she hadn't been provoked immensely today.
Yan Ye had locked her in a room and forced her to watch that sort of thing; her disgust and fear were so intense that not blowing the ceiling off his study was already quite polite.
Yan Ye received the call from the steward while he was outside, and upon learning about the situation at home, he was not surprised.
From their interactions over the past few days, he had come to understand Lian Xinying's temperament.
She was like a little madwoman.
Fearless of heaven and earth, the harsher someone was to her, the greater she would rebound.
And Yan Ye liked watching her go crazy.
