The next morning, a Thursday, Shu Lei was the last to arrive at the dining room.
As he sat down at the table, he noticed Yan Ziruo's long face and sour expression. She looked like someone owed her a million dollars.
"Ruoruo, don't worry. Don't be angry. I'll be gone for a month at most this time. As soon as I've processed my resignation, I'll be back."
Shu Lei then joked, "Come on, give me a smile."
"You're so pretty these days. If you keep scowling like that, you'll get ugly again."
Yan Ziruo let out a loud huff and said indignantly, "It'd be better if you never came back!"
"You actually snuck a whole bottle of my prized red wine last night and drank it all. I'm furious."
"Uncle, do you know how expensive that wine was?"
"It's over ten thousand a bottle, and that was with a special discount!"
"I was saving that for..."
At this, Yan Ziruo became too embarrassed to continue, covering her words with a few pointed huffs.
