"Do you regret it?" Zhuang Ning asked him.
Ye Cheng shook his head slightly. "What's there to regret? She was unaware of her circumstance and did not understand the situation. How could she be so tactless? Did she really not know she wouldn't have a good ending if she offended Ye Xin?"
Crash!
The cup of tea in Zhuang Ning's hand fell to the ground. The sound of it breaking was very jarring.
A fragment of the porcelain cup flew and nicked Zhuang Ning's exposed calf.
Ye Cheng sat up in surprise and hurriedly took a piece of tissue and held it against the cut.
Zhuang Ning brushed his hand away and said, "It's late. You should go home."
She did not wait for his reply and used the tissue to wipe the blood off before she went into the bedroom, leaving a bewildered Ye Cheng behind.
