Xia Mian's face slightly darkened, "Who called?"
Since successfully divorcing Xia Jianguo and sending him to prison, Song Juan hadn't shown a dark expression for a long time.
But just now, after receiving a phone call, Song Juan was obviously very angry.
Song Juan brushed the hair by her temples, forcing herself to stay calm, "It's nothing."
Xia Mian didn't say anything else, just quietly ate her meal, occasionally urging Song Juan to eat.
But Song Juan was preoccupied, eating absentmindedly.
Xia Mian wasn't in a hurry, she just ate slowly, not asking a single additional question if Song Juan didn't want to talk.
However, those who dared to upset Song Juan, she'd send them to hell after finishing her meal!
Xia Mian scooped the last bite of rice from her bowl into her mouth, chewed it finely, and swallowed it, "I'm full."
Song Juan absent-mindedly replied, "Once you're full, go upstairs and rest. I'll handle the cleaning here."
