Cheng Qingchong sat as far away as she could from Jin Ze. Her fingers trembled when she heard this sentence, and the glass of hot water she was holding slipped from her palms. The hot water splashed out from the glass, and it scalded her fair skin instantly.
After saying that order, Jin Ze placed the remote he was holding earlier down on the table and grabbed the glass of green tea that Cheng Qingchong had made from the coffee table. He took a small sip of it before standing up to walk toward the bedroom. After taking two steps, he suddenly turned around to glance at Cheng Qingchong, who was still seated. Assuming the woman didn't hear him before, he cleared his throat and repeated, "Xiao Yin, it's getting late, time to sleep."
Cheng Qingchong was pulled harshly out of her shock. Her eyes darted about frantically as she replied, "Okay…"
