"But you've never been this angry before..." Huo Qingyi's voice was very small, her attitude both fearful and cautious, afraid that Su Yixing would get even angrier.
"Do you know why I'm angry?" Su Yixing still couldn't let go of his anger, his voice particularly loud.
Huo Qingyi didn't dare to kneel again, but she still answered Su Yixing, in a very small voice, only three words: "Because of me."
"You still know it's because of you," Su Yixing sneered, "so tell me why it's because of you."
"... I don't know."
"I knew it!" Su Yixing gritted his teeth in anger. Every time she was like this, unable to understand anything, everyone could see he liked her, and yet she couldn't see it herself, always doing things that hurt and angered him.
"Young Master..."
"Don't call me Young Master!" Su Yixing flicked his sleeve, turning his back on Huo Qingyi. After a while, he softened his tone: "Leave, I don't want to see you right now." He paused, "I won't speak to you for three days."
