Another scream was from inside the apartment, followed by the sounds of kitchenware falling on the floor.
Tang Hao was speechless.
Ling Wei was born into a wealthy family and had most likely never done housework in her life. He could imagine the mess in the kitchen.
"Sigh, you didn't have to do that!"
Tang Hao shook his head, opened the door, and went inside.
After he closed the door, he could hear more noises in the kitchen. After a while, she screamed in pain again, as though she was injured.
Tang Hao went to the kitchen and saw Ling Wei crouching on the floor, clutching her right hand. There was a cut on her small, delicate thumb, and it was bleeding freely.
Her brows were tightly locked, and she was continuously sucking in cold air to ease the pain. She gritted her teeth, trying hard not to make a sound.
She lifted her head and saw Tang Hao looking at her. She lowered her head in embarrassment.
