When Lei Zhao got home, he opened the door, changed into a pair of home slippers. When he turned on the light, he saw Yan Mei sitting on the sofa. A confused frown marred on his forehead.
'Why was she sitting in the dark?' she had the clothes she wore to work this morning still on. Lei Zhao suddenly realized that she looked angry. Her lips were tightly pressed in a straight line and her deep eyes stared at him as if she was examining him.
"Why are you sitting in the dark?" Lei Zhao asked softly as he strode towards her on the sofa.
"Because I want to." Yan Mei coldly retorted.
"Let's eat outside tonight." Lei Zhao said ignoring her temper. He thought she was angry about what happened this morning.
Yan Mei sneered, "Why the woman couldn't accompany you tonight?"
Lei Zhao creased his brows, confused.
'Why does she sound like a nagging wife?'
"What woman?" He asked confused.
