The two maids knew something was amiss and quickly relaxed their bodies, yet Xu Jingfeng had already lost interest. Rising to his feet, he walked around the courtyard and finally stopped in the study, picking up a green porcelain tea bowl that he once cherished and looked at it.
There was still a lingering fragrance in the tea bowl.
He absentmindedly placed the tea bowl on the left side of the desk, and the two maids exchanged a glance, both pale. They then remembered Xu Jingfeng was accustomed to holding his tea with his left hand.
The desk had yet to be wiped clean, and its lacquer surface was greasy. Xu Jingfeng ran a finger across the tabletop and sniffed it by his nose, catching the scent of cosmetics.
With a sweep of his robe sleeve, the tea bowl smashed to pieces on the ground as he strode off.
