"What's wrong with you: why do you have to provoke me when: 'm cooking?: ning Qing roared at him. I told you to go out and stay, but you had to get in my way. You're so happy to see me unhappy? Isn't it interesting to lead me by the nose and play with me? Since you've seen enough of the joke, I'll ask you to leave, Mr. Judge!"
Nian lie's expression didn't change at all as he listened to her venting.
He remained silent and reached out to her again.
Ning Qing stepped back. can you ...
"Your hand is injured."
Ning Qing's anger was stuck.
Nian lie held her hand and lowered his head to look at her fingers.
There was a red mark on the outer side of his left index finger. It looked a little deep and blood was slowly oozing out.
His face suddenly sank. did you hurt yourself by cutting vegetables? "
Without waiting for ning Qing's answer, he raised his head, his expression ugly. wash it with clean water and go out immediately.
