The atmosphere inexplicably turned cold; Xiao Yu's back was burning with pain, and her heart felt unsettled. She reached out to grab the noodles, and with a "smack," her hand was slapped away by him.
Xiao Yu's hand was burning hot, and her cheeks felt feverish and uncomfortable. She glared at Gong Ting, not intending to submit like a guilty person, "What are you doing?"
"Don't you know how severe your injuries are? Go sit down, I'll bring it over to you." Gong Ting snapped coldly, clearly impatient, but with a hint of unease in his tone.
But these words sounded to Xiao Yu like he was blaming her for causing him trouble.
Her face turned pale as she recalled his disdainful words in front of the Gong Building earlier, causing a sharp, heart-wrenching pain. Indeed, she was trouble herself, rushing in without understanding anything.
In the end, it was just her wishful thinking; he didn't need her rescue at all.
