It seems like there were a lot of nasty words said, and there was a public fight too.
Her image must be completely ruined, sigh, the more she thinks about it, the more upset she gets.
She clutches her chest, glumly saying, "I'm so heartbroken, don't call me for dinner tonight, I'm so sad I have no appetite."
Lu Hualiang's eye twitches as he silently glances at the big box she's hugging, which is the size of a family bucket.
With that capacity, it probably holds a dozen durians, right?
She finished them all.
Looking at the coffee table, there's a pile of torn snack wrappers, all emptied.
He stares at the crumbs lingering at the corner of her mouth, and the refrigerator she moved up by the bedside. Director Lu suddenly doesn't feel like speaking.
"Honey, why do I say I'm not eating tonight, and you don't even care?" Her Majesty the Empress suddenly throws away the food box and nervously grabs Lu Hualiang's hand.
