Lu Jing looked at the man who was a bit grumpy from waking up and couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth.
It was him who insisted on getting up, right?
Whose fault was that?
Luckily, that person never lashed out at his wife.
Lu Jing didn't plan to intervene—it's not like he was a child. He was thirty years old, he could deal with it himself.
He simply started tending to his own matters.
Six o'clock.
The doorbell rang on schedule.
Jiang Ye stepped forward to open the door. As soon as he opened it, Dai Changwan's figure appeared, hastily holding back the words she was about to say:
"Lu Lu..."
She forcefully swallowed back the last word, "good morning."
Instead, it was Jiang Ye who dryly uttered from his mouth:
"Morning."
The guest is king, after all.
Besides, so early in the morning, it's better not to be too petty.
What left the deepest impression on Jiang Ye about Dai Changwan was their first meeting.
That really was...
