A discontented Wushuang frowned. If Chui Ming was out partying with some random hussy, she swore she would not forgive him!
"The master's home." Wushuang was still pondering what had happened when the maid's voice rang out again. She lifted her head and saw Chui Ming walk slowly into the room.
"Honey, where have you been…" Wushuang stepped forth happily but stopped herself after two steps.
She sensed something wrong with Chui Ming.
His face was gloomy like it was shielded behind a raincloud that wouldn't dissipate.
His hair and clothes were unkempt. He hadn't shaved for the night so stubble had grown around his chin.
There was a look of despondency about him like… he was just dealt a huge, emotional blow!
However, the most telling sign was his eyes. The pair of eyes that stared at her was frighteningly chilling.
Wushuang couldn't figure out what she had done wrong or what had happened.
