Lu Nianxin stood up furiously, "What nonsense are you spouting? Be careful or I'll hit you."
Lu Minghao replied nonchalantly, "This is called jealousy."
Nianxin raised her arm to strike, but Ming Hao stopped her, "Dad's back, and if he saw you hit, guess who he'd side with, me or you?"
Nianxin, frustrated, lowered her arm and stamped her foot.
Ming Hao reminded her deliberately, "I advise you not to wear your emotions on your face. It does you no good."
Nianxin subconsciously took out her compact mirror from her bag and looked at herself.
Her makeup was intact, not that she had noticed.
"Not admitting it?" Ming Hao gestured, "Look at what you've done to the leather sofa."
Nianxin looked down.
Sure enough, she saw a row of nail marks on the leather sofa.
Deep enough to damage the surface.
Ming Hao spoke disinterestedly, "Next time the servants clean the sofa, don't make it hard for them. Maybe most of the damage is by your hand."
