"Bang!—" A loud crash occurred, the ashtray grazed her cheek fiercely, and the strong wind instantly left a bloody mark on it! Then, it smashed onto the wall not far behind her head! Situ Xuan threw it with such force that the natural crystal ashtray shattered into pieces! The falling crystal shards scattered like meteors raining down from the sky, rustling as they descended!
Ya Jiayi felt a chill throughout her body; she widened her eyes, her cheek wound still stinging with blood, but she was so utterly shocked, she didn't dare to move!
She had no doubt—if that ashtray hadn't missed because Situ Xuan's mental state suddenly shifted, it would have indeed been aimed right at her head!
Indeed, she had provoked him, seeing him at his most embarrassed and pathetically trying to comfort him! How could Situ Xuan's pride tolerate such pity from a subordinate and allow someone like her to comfort him?
