The room, which was previously quite lively, suddenly became cold and silent as ice, with echoes of shattered bowls reverberating around.
Instantly, Shi Yuhuan slammed his chopsticks, with a "pa" sound on the table.
Startled, Han Qianqian became stiff, her mind going numb.
Actually realizing what she did, her clear, small face gradually turned pale, drained of blood. Her eyes widened in fear at Shi Yuhuan, her long eyelashes trembling, quivering more violently.
The bowl had not been intentionally thrown, but an accident. But would an explanation work? Seemingly not!
Backing up, then backing up again, she ended up with a "bang!" as the chair behind her toppled over.
Song Qinghuan ignored Shi Yuhuan, seeing Han Qianqian becoming more outrageous, she sprang to her feet and chided, "Who do you think you are, breaking things in other people's houses!"
Pointing at Han Qianqian, she barked, "Get out, out of my house!!"
