**
"Let Uncle Zhang drive you to and from work,"
Qiao Chutian said and then strode away.
Mai Xiaomai watched his retreating figure, bowing her head to continue mechanically sipping the tasteless porridge.
"Young Mistress—" Aunt Zhang couldn't help but speak, "As the saying goes, there's no overnight feud between husband and wife, they fight at the head of the bed and reconcile at the foot of it. How much longer are you going to be at odds with the young master? It pains me to watch, let alone how it must be for the two of you."
"Aunt Zhang, I'm not at odds with your young master,"
Mai Xiaomai looked at her and said, "We just have some things to sort out."
