Wen Yanqing's black eyes locked onto her, emitting waves of pressure. Tan Huiya felt a chill and took half a step back. She finally saw Wen Yanqing's darkening gaze.
No, it should be more than displeasure. She had never seen such an expression on a gentle person's face. There was nothing good about it.
Was it because she had dirtied his cakes?
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll compensate you." Tan Huiya apologized profusely.
"Can you afford it?" Wen Yanqing asked.
It was just a cake. Even if it was sprinkled with gold, how much was it worth? "How much?" Tan Huiya thought she could afford it. "I'll give it to you now."
Wen Yanqing said slowly, "Last time, you hit my car. This time, you hit me. Your reaction is slow and your gait is unstable. I suspect that your brain is atrophying."
"It's not that." Tan Huiya's face stiffened. "It was an accident."
"This is the second time," Wen Yanqing said lightly.
