Qin Zhaoyang raised an eyebrow, "If I didn't come, could you have kept this from me forever?"
His voice rose sharply on the last two words, brimming with frenzied anger.
Startled by his sudden change in tone, Mu's mother's eyebrows twitched.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you."
"Not intentional?" Qin Zhaoyang took a sudden step forward, grabbing her arm, "Do you really think I don't know how many times you've been back and forth to A City in the past six months?"
His movements were so abrupt that Mu's mother's hand, holding the cup, shook, spilling tea onto the back of her hand.
With a low cry, the tea cup slipped from her hand and fell to the floor, tea leaves and water scattering, making a mess on the light grey carpet.
Noticing her clutching her palm in pain, Qin Zhaoyang instinctively took a step forward, then suddenly remembering he was there to accuse her, he forced himself to stop.
