Sitting on the leather sofa with an exquisite embroidered cushion, Xia Lu sat up straight, stiffly erect.
Zhou Mingchen wasn't faring much better beside her, a serious expression on his face as he picked up his teacup, sipped, and put it back down. Noticing that he was looking her way, Xia Lu quickly averted her gaze and stared blankly at her fidgeting fingers.
"Hold on for a moment, the lady of the house will be down soon," the maid said as she placed a stack of freshly-baked snacks on the table—though neither of them felt like eating.
"Hey, Zhou Mingchen, are you scared?" Xia Lu shuffled closer to him and whispered once the maid had left.
Somehow, since the moment she had stepped through the front door, Xia Lu had felt as though she had done something wrong. She was certain she'd get a scolding this time.
"It's not me who was on the news, why would I be scared?" Zhou Mingchen retorted gruffly.
