No one would take a taxi in the middle of the day dressed in an evening gown, nor would they hit the streets in a bathrobe, either situation was unsuitable, she certainly didn't want to become the center of public gawking.
Watching as Tang Yan left the house, Jin Mo hurriedly got dressed and followed him out, just to see Tang Yan dump the porridge from the table into the trash can.
"What's wrong with you? What did this bowl of porridge do to you, don't you know that wasting food is wrong?" Jin Mo yelled indignantly.
Tang Yan's emotions were indeed very hard to control, he would become angry over the slightest thing, and it was just because of a phone call.
"What's it to you? It's not like it was made for you," Tang Yan stood up, his tall frame blocking in front of Jin Mo, making her unconsciously have to look up at him.
