When Zhuo Yue returned to South City, his whole face was dark and gloomy, and his temper was really bad.
The slightest thing that didn't go his way, he would either fly into a rage or smash something—at the company like that, at home like that too.
He had just sat down in the living room when Ye Ningyue brought him a cup of tea. He didn't even look at it, just lifted his hand and waved her off. "I'm not drinking. Take it away."
His inexplicable bad temper left Ye Ningyue completely baffled. She set the teacup down and sat beside him.
"What's wrong with you today? You look awful. Did something happen at the company?" Ye Ningyue asked gently.
She was really worried about him.
Although a very, very long time ago, she hadn't felt anything for him, ever since they had made their marriage official, she had given up.
After giving up, she had just followed him and lived on. In this lifetime, she would never leave again.
