"It's so late at night. Who let you clean?" Qiao Shaoting glanced at the servant with his sharp eyes.

The servant answered hurriedly, "I like to mop the floor at night. I am afraid that it will be slippery if I clean it during the day."

Qiao Shaoting sneered.

He said, "That makes sense. Then why did you smash the door?"

The servant was shocked.

She wondered if Qiao Shaoting had seen what she had just done.

She lowered her head and answered, "Mr. Qiao, I was too careless at that time. I didn't mean to disturb Miss Fang. I..."

"I don't have enough patience," Qiao Shaoting interrupted her. "I'll ask you for the last time. Who let you clean up in the evening?"

Qiao Yaozu had thought that he and Xiaoru could have a happy chat tonight when he came to her.

But somehow, the atmosphere was a little depressing.

Of course, he didn't know anything about depression. He only knew that the two of them were not happy.

He couldn't smile, neither could Xiaoru.

It seemed that they had nothing to talk about.

"Xiaoru," Qiao Yaozu couldn't help asking, "do you have anything to say to me?"

Bai Xiaoru shook her head.

She urged him again, "Mr. Qiao, it's late. You'd better go back to your bedroom now. Don't come to me again. It will be bad if someone sees you here."

Qiao Yaozu said, "But Old Mrs. Qiao and my wife don't like me to see you. If I don't come at night, I won't be able to see you again."

Bai Xiaoru gritted her teeth and said in a cold voice, "It is good that we can not see each other. We shouldn't meet too frequently. After all, you have Fang Liyuan, and I'm married. It's not good for us to meet late at night."

"Why not?" Qiao Yaozu asked. "We are friends."

"Even if we are friends, we can not do that," Bai Xiaoru said. "Mr. Qiao, as you said, I'm married. If my husband knows that I meet another man at night, he will be unhappy, so you had better never come to me again."

Qiao Yaozu was stunned.

In a trance, he suddenly understood something.

No wonder he wasn't as happy as he used to be when he met Xiaoru. It was because she had a husband.

She got married.

It was supposed to be a good thing, but somehow they had a sense of distance.

Because Xiaoru had married, he felt a little sad.

What's more, she seemed to have no wish to talk to him anymore.

"Xiaoru," he couldn't help saying, "how good it will be if you are not married! We could still be happy, just like the past."

Bai Xiaoru smiled bitterly. "Mr. Qiao, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Qiao Yaozu touched his head awkwardly.

He also thought he was talking something silly.

How could a woman not get married?

An idea suddenly came to his mind.

If Xiaoru could marry him and stay by his side all the time, his life would be better. Then they could talk and play as before.

But soon, he felt guilty.

How could he have such an idea?

He had a wife.

If he married Xiaoru, he would feel sorry for his wife.

No good man could marry two wives.

He stood up and said, "Then I am leaving."

Bai Xiaoru nodded and said, "Mr. Qiao, hurry up and leave. Don't come here again."

Qiao Yaozu's mouth twitched.

He didn't know what to say.

Then he turned around and walked towards the door.

At this moment, an earth-shattering sound came from the door.