Gong Beiyao's face was set in a cold expression as he looked at his hand, too swollen to hold a pen, and thought about the events of last night.
Seeing him with his back to him, as if asleep, Assistant Han did not want to disturb him and decided to set down the lunchbox and leave.
The sound of footsteps quickly resumed, heading in the direction of the exit.
No one spoke!
All of a sudden, Gong Beiyao erupted in anger, "Who let you in!"
Assistant Han was startled, already anticipating that Gong Beiyao might be angry, but never expected such fury.
Yet, with Gong's poor stomach, he had to eat on time, and Han couldn't leave until the meal was delivered.
Gong Beiyao roared in irritation, "Sheng Qianxia, get out!"
Assistant Han's footsteps halted abruptly.
So it turned out that Gong had argued with the Young Madam.
No wonder Qianxia was looking so pale just now.
But hadn't they made up last night? What had happened since then?
