Gu Qingcheng pouted, her brows furrowing as she gazed at Huo Siqian's frosty countenance.
"He really said that?"
The cup lay shattered, rendering her movement awkward. Yet, even if he detested her, surely he wouldn't deny her a simple glass of water.
"Huo Sicheng, fetch me some water."
Huo Sicheng's visage remained impassive. "Why should I be the one to get you water?"
A mixture of anger and frustration simmered within Gu Qingcheng as she locked her gaze on Huo Sicheng.
"I'm not well."
"What concern is that of mine? My health is not faltering. Also, spare me your gaze." His face remained devoid of any emotion. "I won't be pouring water for you. If you're thirsty, you can get it yourself."
"Must you treat me like this?" Gu Qingcheng's voice wavered. "All I asked for was a glass of water. I'm not trying to harm you. Fetch me water, and not only will I express gratitude, but I'll even extend it to your ancestors."
