"Are you all right?" Shang Jingchen turned around with a complex look in his eyes, looking at Ye Lu.
Ye Lu hung her head, speaking in a low, muffled voice.
"I'm fine."
She said, then went to pull her luggage, head bowed, fiddling with her suitcase.
"If you're fine, then quit dawdling and get your luggage out of here quickly." Shang Jingchen stood coldly at the door, his hands in his pockets.
The incident earlier had put him in an exceptionally bad mood, causing his temper to flare.
"..." Ye Lu kept her head bowed, saying nothing. Then a soft, plop sound was heard, silent tears spilled onto the floor.
It was barely noticeable, but Shang Jingchen heard it, and his body stiffened involuntarily.
Ye Lu pulled her luggage, heading towards the door.
She was coldly pulled back by him. His sharp eyes focused on her downcast head; he was livid.
"If you're fine, why are you crying?"
"What's it to you?"
