Feeling the gazes in the private room, Tang Kexin clasped her hands tightly together, feeling somewhat uneasy and awkward.
Maybe it was too much nervousness, but her throat felt uncomfortably dry, so she picked up the cup on the table, perhaps too flustered.
"Crash!" with a sound,
the cup fell to the floor and shattered.
Tang Kexin quickly crouched down to deal with the glass fragments on the ground.
After squatting, she felt a sudden sense of relief, as if the table in front of her had hidden her away.
Zhang Xuezheng hurriedly said, "Kexin, don't worry about the shards on the ground, be careful not to cut your hand."
She and Shen Anmin really hoped that Shen Feng could be with Tang Kexin, so they could become an inseparable family. Otherwise, they would definitely feel reluctant to let Tang Kexin get married in the future.
"Ah~" Distracted, Tang Kexin let out a low cry of pain from her throat as her left index finger was cut and blood flowed from the wound.
