Otherwise, they would have attracted a crowd a long time ago.
Jun Mochan doesn’t stop his pace, coldly spitting out two words: "No."
Having said that, he seamlessly closes the door with a bang.
The maid inside the room, scared, wishes she could cover her eyes and ears, pretending that she saw nothing, heard nothing.
"No matter who knocks on the door outside, don’t open it. If it’s my parents, tell them to drive that woman away before coming in, or else they can stay outside with her."
Sure enough, the doorbell rings before Jun Mochan even gets back to his room.
The maids don’t know what to say, Jun Mochan’s words were quite harsh. He says it’s okay, but they dare not say it.
Seeing no one answer the doorbell, the person outside resorts to knocking on the door.
"Open the door, open the door."
The maid, at a loss for what to do, can only look outside through the peephole, and finds it is Mrs. Huo alone. She opens the door slightly: "The master said not to bring in additional women."
"Where is he? Call him out!" Mrs. Huo bangs even harder on the door.
"Please stop banging, the master has gone to sleep," dared the maid to say aloud.
Mrs. Huo paid no heed; she had served in the military and was still strong despite her age. She pounded on the door relentlessly.
The maid had no choice but to go and get Jun Mochan.
Hearing the knocking, Jun Mochan was truly annoyed, and without thinking said, "Call property management, have them dragged away!"
The maid doubted her ears, and just before she questioned, she heard Jun Mochan’s voice, cold as the sound from hell: "What’s the matter? Didn’t you hear me?"
"Yes, I’ll go right away." The maid stepped out.
"Oh yes, have the housekeeper bring me a bucket of ice." Just as she reached the door, she heard Jun Mochan say.
"Yes." The maid couldn’t help but glance at Jun Mochan once more, he didn’t care about his clothes, just sat there, still wet through and through.
His pose was lazy and casual, yet the dangerous aura he emitted sent chills down one’s spine.
The maid dropped her gaze in an instant, afraid that even one more second of staring would have her flat on the floor at his feet.
"Look at yourself, what do you think you look like?" Mr. Huo grabbed Mrs. Huo.
When had the once elegant young lady turned into the shrew she was now?
"Look at the good son you’ve raised," Mrs. Huo vented all her anger on Mr. Huo.
"Didn’t you cross his bottom line? He’s a grown man, he knows who he loves, who he likes, doesn’t need you pointing your finger and giving orders," retorted Mr. Huo.
"Me, giving orders? I’m doing this for his own good! He doesn’t seem to notice Ye Ranran’s background, she’s just a pit that can never be filled," grumbled Mrs. Huo.
"It’s true that Ye Ranran’s background is a little complex, but she’s a good person. Why don’t you see the good in her?"
Mr. Huo still had a good impression of Ye Ranran. Mrs. Huo had done so many outrageous things to her, yet she didn’t fight back.
If this had been anyone else, they would have fought back a long time ago.
"You’re even speaking for her, you’re not falling for her, are you?"
At Mrs. Huo’s words, Mr. Huo’s mouth twitched violently and his face turned exceptionally ugly: "You’re uttering nonsense!"
Another bolt of lightning splits the sky. Mrs. Huo’s gaze inadvertently sweeps over where Xia Shi was, and is suddenly aware that she is gone.
"Where’s Xiao Shi?" Mrs. Huo exclaims in shock.
"She left," Mr. Huo said casually.
He agreed with what Jun Mochan said. If she really wanted to die, she wouldn’t be banging at the door.