The last few times he could make excuses that his mind wasn't clear at night, but now in the kitchen, when Lin Qiao saw him coming closer, she pushed him without thinking, not expecting to push him away.
Song Tingfan staggered and tripped over a bench, falling to the ground with a "thud".
Both of them were stunned. A trace of discomfort flashed in Song Tingfan's eyes as he silently stood up and returned to the stove.
Lin Qiao, who had been the one in the right just a moment ago, felt a wave of guilt. Why did she use so much force!
She quickly tried to soothe him, "Tingfan, I didn't mean to, I just wanted to push you away, I didn't mean to knock you down."
"Did you get hurt from the fall?"
Seeing that he remained silent, she was sure he was angry.
Just as she was about to say something else, Mrs. Fan walked in, "What happened just now, there was a 'thud' sound."
"Nothing, just a chair fell over," Lin Qiao naturally couldn't admit she had knocked Song Tingfan down.
