No wonder at the meeting yesterday, the cleanliness-conscious Perlo had an ink stain on his cuff. Wen Maixue could no longer restrain herself; first it was Melin, then Espr, Perlo must have secretly cut Su Ziceng some slack. Where? There must be a place, advertising for Espr.
Wen Maixue paid no mind to Old Master Wen, since he wanted to have a good talk with his beloved granddaughter, she thought it's better to leave him there. Wen Maixue called the driver and, without saying a word, drove straight to Perlo's house.
Upon returning to his villa, Perlo heard a mix of clattering, the butler's attempts to intervene, and Wen Maixue's swearing.
Su Qingzhang was also startled, the butler pushed him downstairs, and he sat in the living room.
"Maixue," Perlo said sharply upon seeing Wen Maixue's behavior: "This is my villa, what madness is this?"
