Lu Rushi looked shocked at the buns rolling on the ground and then at the person who had swept them down, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Was this still that gentle and refined scholar?
Song Zhiqing felt somewhat uncomfortable being watched by her. He, too, lost his temper for a moment. Seeing Lu Rushi leisurely eating breakfast here, his mind felt like it was burning with a ball of fire, and without thinking, he swept the buns onto the ground.
"I..." Song Zhiqing pressed his lips together and said, "Yi'er is over there burning with fever, and you're here having time to eat breakfast. I just got overwhelmed with anger for a moment."
A wave of sadness surged in Lu Rushi's heart. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "So are you here to denounce me for the sake of that child?"
"Is that how you speak?"
"Did I say anything wrong? You do care quite a bit for Yi'er. After all, he's the child of the one you love. Zhou'er probably can't compare." Lu Rushi sneered coldly.
