After work in the evening, Hao Wenjing had just stepped through the door when Zhuang Aijiu greeted her with a smile.
The former said nothing and quietly walked into the bathroom to wash her hands.
Zhuang Aijiu noticed that Hao Wenjing seemed unhappy and softly said,
"Dinner will be ready soon."
Usually, there were only three people at home, so Zhuang Aijiu typically ate with Hao Wenjing.
As soon as the dishes were served, just as Zhuang Aijiu picked up her chopsticks, Hao Wenjing snapped.
"Put the chopsticks down!"
A trace of embarrassment flashed in the former's heart, prompting an instinctive question, "What's wrong?"
Hao Wenjing coldly said, "Don't come to my house anymore. Pack up now and leave!"
"Why? If I've done something wrong, I can change."
"Then tell me the truth. What did you do with the money I lent you?"
"I used it to pay off my son's high-interest loan. I explained this before."
