Upon entering this luxurious residence, Liu Zhizhong couldn't help but feel a bit emotional.
When he saw Zhang Minmin, he involuntarily sighed.
Zhang Minmin had dysmenorrhea, but she was much better today, just a bit pale, and didn't sleep well.
When she saw Liu Zhizhong and the transparent fish bag he was carrying, she was quite happy, "Why are you sighing? Sighing brings bad luck for three years!"
Liu Zhizhong smiled and handed the fish to Zhang Minmin, "Look, lively, isn't it? Enough for you to eat, right? Do I leave it with you or have the kitchen maid take care of it?"
Zhang Minmin smiled and called over a maid to take it to the kitchen to be kept.
Afterwards, Zhang Minmin asked another maid to brew some tea so she could have a chat with Liu Zhizhong.
Her maids were all women in their forties, very professional and well-mannered.
