After Lu Pengcheng was left alone after Lu Zheng had left, he coldly looked over to Shao Meirou, who sat on the sofa beside him, incessantly wringing her fingers.
His wife, who usually carried herself with dignity and had a gentle temperament, turned out to be capable of doing the same thing his mother did years ago.
A mocking smile crossed Lu Pengcheng's lips, "Having not seen you for many days, you truly have amazed me!" The anger in him just now wasn't solely about the actions of the Shao sisters; he had suddenly recalled some old, buried incidents from the past.
Now, in the house, apart from Xiaofeng in the kitchen, it was just the two of them, and Shao Meirou wanted to explain things properly.
"Lu, listen to me, let me explain properly! Some things aren't as you imagine, and just now I didn't get a chance to discuss that matter with you in detail!"
"Oh?" Lu Pengcheng crossed his legs and leaned back, assuming a posture of all ears, eager to hear what she could possibly say.
