Jiang Yifan looked at her with a complicated expression. Xia Muqing's attitude towards Ye Qingxuan had changed. Did something happen when he wasn't around?
He didn't want to be enemies with Xia Muqing, but he had to avenge the Jiang family.
The teacup in his hand cracked with his grip. He rubbed it twice and said, "Sister, I think this cup is quite pretty. Can you give it to me?"
Xia Muqing naturally nodded in agreement. It was merely a cup.
Jiang Yifan bade her farewell and crushed the cup in his hand the moment he stepped out of the room. The broken pieces of the cup cut his palm, and blood dripped and fell to the ground.
When the little phoenix saw him, it cried out in panic and flapped its wings frantically. It wanted to look for Xia Muqing to treat his wound.
Jiang Yifan immediately used his other hand to stop it. "I'm fine. Let's go back."
