"Hungry, wanted to make something to eat," Mrs. Gu replied awkwardly.
Hearing this, Gu Jiangnian nearly choked on his breath, not sure whether to say Jiang Muwan was smart for looking for food herself when hungry or foolish for not using the maid and insisting on doing it herself.
"Where's Lan Ying?" Mr. Gu asked coldly.
"Sleeping, it's not good to wake her," she said.
Mr. Gu's previously calm face darkened again, his voice cold as he began to scold her: "If you can't wake her, should I also have trouble paying her wages?"
They circled back to the topic they'd discussed a few days ago.
Jiang Muwan sniffed and amidst the thick burnt smell and smoke, she caught a hint of alcohol aroma.
The person working overtime might have had a little drink.
Mrs. Gu glanced at the wall clock out of the corner of her eye, five minutes past midnight, truly not a time for an argument.
