His eyes moved away from me as he continued to cut his fruit.
"Bang——"
From the kitchen, a crisp sound echoed when a dish met its glorious end.
Startled by the loud noise in the neighboring living room, Jian Qing laughed.
It seemed that the crockery at home was at stake, so she might need to stock up more.
The atmosphere in the kitchen was tense.
Mortification washed over Mo Xiao when he stared helplessly at the now shattered dish on the floor. His face?
The dish slipped out of hands by accident.
"Heh!"
A low, soft laugh resounded from behind him. He didn't need to turn around to know it was Quan Jingwu.
With gritted teeth, he glanced at Jingwu and said coldly, "The dish slipped from my hand. What's your problem?"
Quan Jingwu raised an eyebrow, looking past him at the pile of dishes and the almost overflowing dish detergent foam in the sink.
It seemed hard to not slip.
"You've shattered one of my family's dishes," Jingwu said softly.
