Xue Tian was just overreacting. Only his index finger was pierced by the broken plate, but he screamed as if his stomach had been stabbed by a knife.
All he did was clean up the mess he just made, but he even injured his finger in the process. That was childish behavior, but an innocent finger did fall victim to carelessness.
Wen Xiang tsk-ed before turning around and walking over to Xue Tian, who was still crouching near the mess he made earlier. Staring at the foolish person, Wen Xiang even saw how the man kept staring at his finger even if he only got a small wound there.
"Is it necessary for you to scream like that?" The raven-haired man asked sarcastically.
Because of that question, Xue Tian was finally willing to leave his wound and look at the other man. "I rarely get hurt, so I'm surprised," he defended himself while furrowing his brows like a child who couldn't take another kid's ridicule.
