Jing Mo's face was a canvas of fury. From the moment Lu Shi had neared Xia Xin, Jing Mo'd been itching to throw a punch.
"I'm not that saintly. I lent the bucket to Xu Zhi because we had spares. Sorry, but I don't have anything extra for you." Having said that, Xia Xin grabbed Jing Mo's arm, and they left without looking back, his icy glance the only farewell.
Lu Shi shivered at Jing Mo's departing look, its loaded meaning stirring unease in his chest.
"How can you do this? It was a chance for us to be on this show together. Can't we help each other out?" Tian Mei's shout chased after them.
"Shut up!" Lu Shi snapped, fed up with her incessant noise.
Tian Mei's lips quivered. "Lu Shi, I just felt sorry for you. They trample over your dignity..."
"Enough!" Lu Shi cut Tian Mei off.
"But it's the truth," Tian Mei persisted.
