Lu Xize had shut the bedroom door, leaving Chu Yao unable to even get to the bathroom to wash up. As for going up to knock? There was no way she was doing that.
She sat on the sofa, fuming. A few seconds later, she shot another glare at the closed door. It wasn't late yet, and she was too worked up to sleep.
Chu Yao had managed to get He Qiao to bring her phone back earlier today. Now, she cradled it and idly scrolled through Weibo, though her mind was elsewhere.
She was still seething. 'This is my turf, so why am I letting him throw his weight around like this?'
But pick a fight with Lu Xize? 'Forget it.'
About fifteen minutes later, the bedroom door opened, and Lu Xize walked out carrying a basin of water.
His face was expressionless, and a hint of gloom still lingered in his features, but the icy demeanor from before had vanished.
