Xia Lu was violently thrown onto the sofa.
"It seems I've underestimated you," Zhou Mingchen's anger was inexplicable and hadn't subsided all the way.
"Haven't I told you not to wander around at the banquet, to stay by my side?"
Xia Lu straightened her body, grasped the edge of her dress, and pulled hard. Zhou Mingchen had thrown her with such force that her underwear had almost come out.
"I didn't wander around, I just went to the terrace to get some air," she muttered softly.
"You're still arguing?"
Zhou Mingchen hadn't expected that this wife, almost "bought" with his money, would start to talk back to him.
Seeing his demeanor, Xia Lu stopped speaking.
"Don't let me see this kind of thing happen again."
"This kind of thing? What kind of thing?"
