Shu Ci was left stunned by the shouting, completely unaware of where his anger came from.
For a moment, she couldn't react, her eyes blankly replying: "This hairpin is prettier than my previous one. You refuse to give it to me, and don't allow anyone else to. What sense does that make?
I've taken care of you for so many days, yet your temper remains bad, with no tenderness at all.
You're merely a pretty face, relying on your appearance to throw tantrums.
That old man has a much better temperament than you. He not only gives me gifts but also offers me food. You should learn more from him..."
"Bang!" A loud crash.
Baili An's expression was cold but reasonably contained at the first part of Shu Ci's words, yet exploded upon hearing the last sentence.
He slammed his fist heavily on the wooden table, overturning the small stove with chicken and egg flower soup, spilling the hot soup on Baili An's hand.
