"I'm furious! Absolutely furious!"
The whole courtyard was startled—they'd never seen the usually quiet Miss Zi Yi fly into such a rage, face dark as iron.
Xiaorong and Xiaoqin were so scared they didn't dare come over, only peeking from the window, puzzled: What happened?
It was already midnight. When Ning Ziye returned, she made no attempt to hide her movements—in fact, she made even more noise, slammed the door, lit the lamp, and plopped down in the chair huffing with anger.
How is anyone supposed to sleep with all this racket? Lian Xiang, who shared the room, sat up on the bed in shock and asked, "Ms. Zi Yi, what's wrong?"
"..." Still silence. She just glanced up, eyes full of grievance.
Huh?! Now that's odd!
Lian Xiang couldn't make sense of why Ning Ziye looked at her with such an aggrieved expression, as if she'd suffered some great injustice. She hurriedly threw on a robe and got down from the bed, then sat by her side.
