Leh Ying looked up at him, with her eyes red and swollen, "What about when you lost your temper at me, sir?"
Xu Jingxi calmly met her gaze, "Feeling wronged?"
Looking at the young girl again, her sense of grievance was evident yet unspoken; her eyebrows furrowed, plainly written on her face, and she was on the verge of tears, but Leh Ying was still stubbornly defiant.
"As soon as I entered, you kicked the table to scare me, wouldn't let me sit on the stool, and then you roughly kicked me out."
But in the end, as Xu Jingxi's murky gaze languidly fell upon her lips, the more she spoke, the more her voice inexplicably became subdued by the imposing presence of the man before her, growing fainter and fainter.
"It wasn't me who provoked you, why be fierce..."
Scared of raising her voice, lest Xu Jingxi throw her into the car and give her a good talking to.
He was bold enough, and utterly delighted to do so.
