Zheng Congyuan brushed off his sleeves and left. She was aggrieved, but was he too feeling aggrieved? In such a situation, if any normal man could remain so composed, could...
"Bang—" Qi Ling was startled by the sudden opening of the door. Instinctively, he lifted his foot, nearly obstructing his own master's path, and hastily retracted it. A teacup flew directly towards his head.
Qi Ling's instinct was to dodge, but a sudden thought made him hold still, and he took the hit. The teacup slid down along Qi Ling's ear, and he immediately felt a warm liquid flowing down the side of his head.
Nian Xia, who was also outside the door, and had hurried over, was alarmed as well, looking at Qi Ling with sympathy. The next moment, she no longer concerned herself with Qi Ling and quickly entered the room.
Seeing Zheng Congyuan stride out the door and walk toward the courtyard exit, not merely pretending, Qi Ling quickly followed.
