She was so frightened by his anger that she didn't dare to speak.
That Mr. Zhong kept trying to introduce him to a girlfriend, and her attention was entirely on those women. How could she find the time to explain anything? Who knew he'd be this angry and chase her into the bathroom to lash out at her.
"..."
So, in the end, was he the one at fault?
Dan Tingye narrowed his mischievous eyes, wiping the tears from her face with long fingers. Looking at her tear-streaked little face, he roughly pulled her towards the lounge.
He washed her face clean, and at the same time, changed into a clean shirt himself.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to dirty your shirt." Meimei looked at his shirt, now resembling a pickled vegetable with its mottled tear and snot stains, it was really... hard to look at.
She fiddled with her fingers, cautiously looking up at him, afraid to upset him again.
