Xin Yanting felt so awkward so she knelt down too. "Where did you get this glass from? It's so fragile."
She muttered under her breath and stretched her hand to snatch the cloth from Su Yan's hand. "Let me do it."
"It's fine," said Su Yan as he continued to wipe.
Xin Yanting pursed her lips, unsure of whether or not Su Yan was angry.
She started to grumble about the quality once more. "I didn't do it on purpose. The quality is really inferior, how can it crack when I merely bit it. It almost cut my lips."
"It's fine."
Su Yan replied casually, and he didn't sound concerned for her at all.
After drying the floor, he stood up and glanced at Xin Yanting. "It's late. Please go back and rest."
"I'm not tired." Xin Yanting ignored Su Yan's aloofness and shook her head. She glanced at Su Yue and strode towards her.
