Fu Ying finished speaking and abruptly stood up, giving her family quite a fright.
Had she not been somewhat hungry, Fu Ying wouldn't even have bothered eating. She grabbed a large bowl, scooped her rice into it, piled on some side dishes, and headed straight back to her room.
There had been a time when Fu Ying, after a quarrel, would storm off in a huff, but lacking her own bedroom, she could only stew in resentment tucked away in some corner.
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