"What does she mean? What is she trying to say? Despicable!"
A sharp, hysterical voice traveled from the Golden Eagle Study Room as the servants stood outside quietly in fear. From what they remembered, they had never seen Madam lose control.
Inside the study room, Madam Ling’s face was beet red, her long hair spread out like angry water plants, and her chest heaved.
She glared at her own husband with a vicious gaze, as if looking at a mortal enemy.
Ling Sheng quivered and tilted his head subconsciously to avoid eye contact.
Madam Ling gradually stopped panting as her anger faded. She regained her usual composed and virtuous self. She held the teacup up gently, placed it by her mouth, and pursed her lips, revealing their plumpness and fresh red color.
"Finally, Ye Lin no longer wants to be alone." Ling Sheng laughed grimly.
