Cheng Xining could only feel a piercing irritation at the sight of He Nan and Shen Mianmian walking away together. Her teeth clenched with a sour ache as she became even more convinced of her suspicions about the special relationship between Mianmian and Brother Nan.
If things continued to develop this way, she feared Brother Nan would truly be taken away.
Seeing her standing motionless, with the blood from her face dripping down to her chin, Cheng Feiyang started to panic. "Cousin, let's hurry to the hospital! Your face is seriously hurt. What if it leaves a scar?"
At the mention of a scar, Cheng Xining instantly became anxious, "Then what are we waiting for? Let's go now!"
Just as they reached the door, a waiter stopped them. "Miss, the other lady has paid for your coffee, but you'll need to pay for the broken cup."
"It's just a damned cup. Is this enough?" Cheng Xining took out twenty yuan and threw it on the ground, then strode out of the cafe.
"I'm sorry."
