"Sir, do you want me to go upstairs and wake up madam?"
At seven in the morning on Saturday, Zhou Mingchen, as usual, sat at the dining table on time, drinking his coffee.
"No need."
For the whole week, Xia Lu had been working overtime until late at night, having to go to work on time during the day and trying her best to return home before he got off work, so how could she possibly get up early on the weekend.
"Madam must be tired. What has she been doing at home these days?"
Zhang Ma was in the kitchen serving porridge when she heard this, hesitating for a second.
"Zhang Ma, I've been out these past few days, Zhou Mingchen didn't ask you anything, did he?"
The night before, Xia Lu, carrying a bag of oranges, walked into the kitchen. While peeling them, she chatted with Zhang Ma in a casual and intermittent manner.
