"No, I fell by accident." Li Jingtai's expression was a little unnatural.
Su Qiao pointed at the slanted wooden coffee table that had nearly moved to the center of the living room. "What about that?"
Li Jingtai glanced at the coffee table he had kicked far away. "I bumped into it by accident."
Seeing his foul expression, Su Qiao quickly understood.
It seemed this guy wasn't really as indifferent to her as he appeared on the surface.
Li Jingtai felt extremely uncomfortable under her gaze and grew embarrassed and angry. "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever accidentally dropped a cup? Haven't you ever accidentally bumped into a table?"
As he spoke, he walked over and moved the coffee table back to its original position. Then he hurried to the corner, picked up the broom, and quickly swept up the broken glass.
"Actually, no." Su Qiao looked at him with a beaming smile.
Li Jingtai shot her a sidelong glance and said irritably, "Didn't you say you were tired? Didn't you say you wanted to take a bath?"
"I'll go upstairs and take a bath first. Make me some noodles. I'm hungry."
"..." Did she think he was a chef or a nanny?
Li Jingtai watched Su Qiao's back disappear at the second-floor staircase and ground his teeth in anger for the first time.
What an ungrateful woman. She hadn't even said thank you.
And he had been kicked for no reason.
Hmph. If he had known, he wouldn't have bothered about whether she lived or died.
Although Li Jingtai was coldly snorting inwardly, his feet had unconsciously carried him toward the kitchen to prepare some noodles.
What he failed to notice was that the fake mask he had always worn was no longer on his face. His expression