Because of a "damned" agreement, Su Lingzhi was tormented the whole day, constantly imagining the things she was supposed to do tonight.
Especially as night fell, her heart began to flutter involuntarily. It was a peculiar feeling, like stepping onto a stage for the first time. Even though she had rehearsed countless times, the closer it got to the performance, the harder her heart beat, with nervousness mingled with a trace of anticipation and thrill.
Throughout the day, she regretted countless times why she made such an agreement with him last night.
Gazing at the alluringly colored dinner spread, Su Lingzhi had no appetite at all.
Housekeeper Zhao noticed something was off with her and asked questioningly, "Did Miss have another fight with Sir?"
What do you mean by "another"...
Su Lingzhi helplessly looked at Housekeeper Zhao, "We didn't fight."
