Her Majesty the Empress frowned, her gaze falling on the tightly closed study door.
She stepped forward and gently twisted the doorknob.
The door was not locked and easily turned open by her.
As she pushed it ajar, a thick wave of cigarette smoke hit her face, making her cough abruptly.
She stepped back and closed the door.
Lu Hualiang heard the commotion and quickly stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, striding outside.
After being enveloped in smoke in the study for so long, he emerged carrying a strong, pungent smell of smoke.
To be honest, Xia Weibao was somewhat afraid of this side of him.
After all, every time he smoked, he was in a very bad mood.
And when his mood reached rock bottom, his emotions could easily spiral out of control, and he would...
Thinking of past experiences, her face turned pale, she unconsciously took a step back, looking at him with frightened eyes.
That look was like a needle piercing Lu Hualiang's heart.
