Seeing that Aunt Zhu didn't notice anything unusual, Ji Wei secretly let out a sigh of relief.
Gu Moqian was sitting in the dining room, engrossed in the newspaper he was holding.
Ji Wei sat down across from him. Worried that Aunt Zhu might overhear, she deliberately lowered her voice and said, "When are you going to unlock the handcuffs for me?"
Gu Moqian lifted his gaze from the newspaper, glanced at her, and said indifferently, "Do I need to unlock them for you?"
Ji Wei was taken aback, staring at him in confusion.
How had she offended him this time? She'd worked so "hard" last night, doing her best to please him. Was he still not happy?
Ji Wei pouted. "I don't care, you have to unlock them for me. I can't go to work like this." As she spoke, she stretched out the hand that was cuffed.
Gu Moqian didn't budge, his eyes still fixed on the newspaper.
Ji Wei was utterly frustrated.
