Tingting rose from her bed and pulled open a drawer, she reached into it and brought out some scrolls and a quilt pen. She sat beside a table near the open window, sitting on the table was an open letter, with the words publisher on it's exterior.
She made an attempt to write, but whenever she did the woman would frown at her work and squeeze in out of anger. "Ju! Where are you?! How am I supposed to answer the publisher?! If I don't have at least a readied draft..." She was saying, only for the door to her room to pry open.
An unsuspecting maid walked in and took a bow, "Madam Wang, would you like to eat now, the food-"
"What the hell?! I almost pinned something down! How dare you walk inside without announcing yourself!" Tingting rose from her seat and marched over to the maid. As though the woman already prepared her mind beforehand, she shut her eyelids tight, as she welcomed a tight slap from the madam.
