CLANG.
Zhou Cangyan slammed the cup in his hand down on the table, got up, and walked away without looking back.
"Hey, why are you leaving? You haven't told me what's going on in Yu State yet!"
No matter how Song Lianhe scrambled behind him on her short legs, the man continued to take long strides.
"Zhou Cangyan, why are you so moody? Everything was fine, and I didn't even do anything to provoke you. What are you throwing a fit about? You said you rushed back from Yu State—did you really come all this way just to get angry at me? You..."
Song Lianhe was muttering under her breath behind him, completely oblivious that he had stopped. He stood there like a great mountain, and she walked right into him.
"Ouch~"
She rubbed her forehead and, without thinking, raised a hand to pound on his rock-hard back. "Is this thing made of stone?"
