She retorted with a noticeable hint of impatience and displeasure in her tone, which Lu Jingang inexplicably found a bit jarring to his ears. In their previous interactions, she had always been quite serene and indifferent, speaking succinctly and to the point, never as emotional as she was now.
It seemed since lunch with Lan Yuchuan, she hadn't shown him a pleasant face. Although she rarely had a pleasant demeanor before, it was different now. In the past, she always appeared indifferent, cold as ice, whereas now she carried a constant anger, like a rose with thorns.
"Bag." Lu Jingang glanced at the cream-colored designer handbag beside him and spoke nonchalantly.
Only then did Mu Lezhu come to her senses, bending over to fetch the bag, she softly uttered, "Thank you."
When Mu Lezhu returned home, the two housemaids in the villa had not yet rested. Seeing her return, they quickly nodded in greeting, "Miss, you're back. Have you had dinner? Should we prepare something for you?"
