Qian Zhirou's gaze was calm to the extreme, as if the person who had just been hit wasn't her.
Seeing that the atmosphere had become somewhat awkward for a moment, Min'er rubbed her nose and found an excuse to leave the office directly, leaving only me and Qian Zhirou alone, with the air almost solidifying between us.
Qian Zhirou reached out to hold the teacup, her fair fingertips gliding over the ceramic wall, a perfect match for each other. The swelling on her face had not gone down at all, and the marks were alarming.
Qian Zhirou remained silent, and I wasn't in a hurry either, watching the misty steam rise from the teacup and land on her face, causing her to squint slightly.
I picked up the teacup, sipping the tea lightly, the slightly bitter taste spreading across my taste buds, stimulating my nerves and soothing my mood.
Finally, Qian Zhirou spoke, "Thank you, I didn't expect them to burst in like that and cause such a big scene."
