Tang Jingming rarely got this angry, and for some reason, he felt a tightness in his chest right then.
Ye Tiao, caught off guard by being pushed away like that, was stunned for a moment and then asked, "Does it hurt a lot?"
"It doesn't hurt," Tang Jingming said with a dark face, abruptly standing up, "Go on your date then!"
Ye Tiao's first thought was that perhaps Tang Jingming had already burned his hand when she was making the call.
After all, a pot of soup that size is no small matter, a burn could be severe if the temperature was high enough!
And with so much soup, besides hurting his hand, it might have burned other parts as well.
Was that why Tang Jingming was so angry because of the way she acted on the phone just now?
Once Ye Tiao had sorted it out in her heart and understood some of the reasons for Tang Jingming's anger, guilt started to rise within her.
If only she had asked a few more questions, Ye Tiao realized, her concern for him had been far too little.
