There are two reasons. I cannot tell the first one.
"Bai Caishen likes Ke Yufei…" she whispered. "That was his first reason."
"But then why was Bai Caishen staring at Chow Mey that night…-"
"I think he was staring at the camera boy's hand, my dear Spicy," a mischievous voice echoed in her ear.
Jia took a step back, dazed. She frowned at Mingshen's sparkling demeanor. "What do you mean?"
Mingshen grinned, tilting his head and pointed at Ke Yufei's hand. Jia saw it dressed with some small band aid and she remembered that she had seen him hurt when they had entered the dining hall.
Ke Yufei was standing behind Chow Mey holding his camera and rubbing the back of his hand where it hurt.
Jia's lips parted in shock.
Had Chow Mey injured him somehow?
She quickly went to Meng Rin's side and asked in a low voice, "How did Ke Yufei hurt his hand?"
