The Emperor cannot display his whims outwardly, but Jiang Lingxi can.
So, early the next morning, Tong Yue saw a rather low-pressure Jiang Lingxi.
She turned her questioning gaze to Lu Zhengzheng, who had gone to pick up the person early in the morning.
Lu Zhengzheng hurriedly gave a subtle wave, indicating that she was just as clueless.
Only heaven knows an hour ago when she brought breakfast to pick up someone, and saw Sister Xixi with a toothbrush in her mouth glancing sideways, she nearly knelt down with weak knees and even wanted to defend herself: it wasn't that she wanted to disturb early in the morning, it was entirely work forcing her!
The two of them silently began to communicate subtly through glances.
Lu Zhengzheng: 'Could it be that the meeting between Sister Xixi and Mr. Shen last night was a bit unpleasant?'
Tong Yue: 'I guessed that too.' The fact that she cooked and ate alone yesterday was evidence.
