Qin Shu looked at the perpetrator who was with a pitiful expression. She couldn't get angry with him.
Forget it. He was her husband. She could only dote on him.
She looked at the dishes in her bowl which were all light food. She then glanced at the beef in the other bowl. She could not enjoy it now.
She could only quietly eat the bland dishes in her bowl.
After the dinner, Qin Shu returned to her room to continue copying the sentence.
A thousand times. Although it was only five words, it was time consuming to finish copying it.
Knock, Knock.
Halfway copying, she suddenly heard two knocking sounds on the door.
Qin Shu turned to look at the door. If it was Fu Tingyu, he would have come in directly without have to knock it.
She put down the pen to open the door.
When she opened it, Ye Qing was standing outside with an anxious look.
She flashed her eyes doubtfully. "What's the matter?"
