"Uncle..."
She widened her mouth and tearily accused, "How could y-you smash your egg?"
"This isn't my egg." Mu Chen's lips twitched as he replied, almost losing control. He wanted to strangle her.
The man breathed deeply.
He looked up and glanced at the broken egg in her hands indifferently, his lips twitched as he forced a smile at the sight of her teary eyes, "This is your egg."
Ye Sang pouted and wanted to cry.
This is the eggie she spent the whole day with, wuwuwu.
And Mu Chen mercilessly smashed it.
She was upset.
But the culprit Mu Chen continued to stab knives into her heart.
The man looked at the egg in her hand for a while and forced back his laugh.
"Little friend."
He couldn't help but say, "Your egg..."
After a pause, Mu Chen said,
"...Is broken."
