"Sir, would you like another bowl of soup?" asked Mrs. Zhang.
Zhou Mingchen shook his head and shifted his gaze to the front door, listening intently to the sounds outside.
Seeing him like this, Mrs. Zhang could tell that he was waiting for Xia Lu to return.
"Sir, the madam mentioned she would dine at her parents' home tonight and might stay for a chat, possibly returning late."
Zhou Mingchen immediately withdrew his gaze and awkwardly coughed twice.
"I'm full." He stood up and walked straight into the study, locking himself inside.
With a love psychology test in hand, he flipped through it page by page, a new layer of cold sweat forming on his brow with each turn.
Unconsciously, he had taken the test numerous times, and being a serious person, he didn't just circle his choices; he also made notes where necessary. These notes, meant for his eyes only, would now embarrass him to no end if seen by others.
