Tangled, really tangled. Xia Lu stood right at the doorstep, yet she dared not enter.
What should she say later? She hadn't figured it out yet.
"Well, madam, why are you standing at the door?" The maid had just cleared the kitchen waste and came out with a large black garbage bag in hand, catching sight of her hesitation.
Xia Lu grabbed her, "Where is Zhou Mingchen?"
"The sir seemed to be working in the study all the time; I didn't see him," said the maid, looking at her. "What's wrong? Is there something going on?"
"Is he... not very happy?"
"I really wouldn't know about that," the maid chuckled, "How about I go in and check, then come out and tell you later?"
"Never mind," Xia Lu quickly stopped her. Zhou Mingchen was so smart; he would definitely figure out that she was acting on her orders. At times like these, it was better to come clean and confess since honesty might give her better odds, "Let's go inside; it's really cold out here." She shuddered.
