Qin Shuang was quite hungry originally, but the moment she thought about this place, she instantly lost her appetite.
Is there anything harder in this world than coaxing He Zhiyao?
There isn't, right?
She really couldn't deal with this ancestor whose mood was as unpredictable as the weather and who could turn his face black at any moment.
Nothing worked with him, she felt like he wanted to reach for the sky.
Qin Shuang sat there in distress for a while before resigning to her fate and standing up, deciding that on the day He Zhiyao divorced her, she would definitely go buy a string of firecrackers to celebrate her regained freedom.
Qin Shuang gave herself a mental pep talk for a while, then went to the door of the study and knocked gently.
No one answered, nor opened the door.
Qin Shuang waited two minutes, but still there was no response.
Could it be that he was really angry?
Qin Shuang bit her lip, fell silent for a while, and then turned back to her room.