On the bed, Rong Ling kept silent, his head lowered as he continued eating while Feng Qing occasionally served him dishes, her demeanor exceptionally submissive.
Rong Ling glanced at her, still somewhat unaccustomed. Had this woman learned her lesson and stopped causing trouble?
Feng Qing caught the meaning in his eyes and immediately rolled her eyes. If not for the thirty planks hanging over her head, would she willingly serve him?
Ha.
Rong Ling looked at her deeply; it seemed the person was still the same. Her arrogant and unruly attitude hadn't changed, just restrained, like a kitten retracting its claws that would eventually come out to scratch.
Thinking of this, Rong Ling couldn't help but curl his lips.
