The public no longer paid attention to it. Jiang Tingxu, of course, heaved a sigh of relief. Then, she logged out of Weibo, put her phone on the table, and stood up.
Suddenly, a crisp "bang" came from the kitchen.
Jiang Tingxu hurriedly walked over.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
When she reached the door, she saw that a bowl had been broken into several pieces on the floor.
Then, she looked at the man who was standing by the side of the spill with a dumbfounded expression and she immediately understood the situation.
Cough.
The man looked embarrassed and coughed lightly again.
"It's too slippery. I didn't hold it properly. Don't come over. I'll clean up after I am done washing that bowl."
Jiang Tingxu wanted to say, "Don't wash it anymore." But before she could finish her words, the man had already turned around.
This time, he held the bowl tightly.
