Clang—
A crash of porcelain could be heard from inside the restaurant.
Thomas Shannon suddenly stood up, quickly ran into the restaurant, "Fennie, are you okay?"
Sophie Sullivan glanced at him indifferently, "My hand slipped."
The servant had already cleaned up the spoon she dropped onto the plate and replaced it with a new one.
Thomas Shannon secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he gathered his courage to sit beside Sophie tentatively.
Seeing that Sophie did not reject him or chase him away, he was somewhat relieved, "Fennie, you're pregnant now, you have to be careful in everything, you can't be so careless..."
Sophie's table knife reached out directly towards him, she looked provocatively at him, "Who are you saying is careless?"
"...Me."
"Louder, I can't hear you."
"I'm careless, Fennie, don't mind me."
That's more like it!
Sophie retracted the table knife and continued eating, Thomas Shannon sighed quietly, and asked the servant to prepare breakfast for him too.
