After the incident during the day, the dinner dishes indeed returned to their previous state; although not tasty, Shu Qiqi ate with a sense of peace.
Just as she went upstairs, Leng Yichen came back.
It was too late for Shu Qiqi to lock the door; the man pushed the door open, "Why did you change the curtains?"
"Wasn't it your order?"
Having warned Su Ninglu in the afternoon, she shouldn't have meddled in these matters again, so Shu Qiqi thought it was Leng Yichen's instruction.
The original violet curtains had been replaced with thick, opaque fabric, creating an oppressive atmosphere.
Leng Yichen's hand stiffened as he removed his clothes, and he walked out of the room with a heavy look in his eyes.
"Where is Su Ninglu?"
"Who gave you the courage to mess with the decorations in Qiqi's room?"
Leng Yichen looked at Su Ninglu, his face full of anger.