"I'm exhausted, Mrs. Zhang, could you pour me a glass of orange juice?" Xia Lu placed her bag properly, walked into the dining room, and gulped down half a glass of orange juice, when she suddenly noticed two extra sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table.
"Eh? Do we have guests coming today?"
Mrs. Zhang came out of the kitchen, "Yes, ma'am, the master called just now and said he would be having guests over for dinner, so he asked me to prepare two more sets of bowls and chopsticks."
"Pfft—" Xia Lu quickly grabbed a few napkins to wipe off the orange juice she had sprayed out and rushed upstairs.
This dinner party was being held at her own home, and he hadn't even told her in advance. How could she meet the guests looking like this? Even if it were only two people… she needed to take it seriously.
She had just finished curling her hair when she heard the familiar sound of an engine.
