"Don't ask!" She wasn't confident of his reaction and could only mask her fidgeting with a snarl.
Sheng Yize looked at her innocently. "At least tell me what happened so that I can help you with justifiable cause. It's not like I can copy Mr. Song and beat her up without asking any questions, right? That wouldn't be classy at all…"
Even if he was covering for her fault, he wanted to justify his action!
An Xiaxia wrung her hands together and after a long while, she said, "Can you give me some time to think it over?"
"Alright." Sheng Yize rubbed her hair and went into the kitchen.
An Xiaxia huddled on the sofa and stared blankly at the TV screen. She only grew more flustered as she pondered.
She hopped off the sofa and dashed barefooted into the kitchen.
Sheng Yize wore a pair of glasses and was making a stir fry with unhurried movements, looking extremely elegant.
