Mo Shang gazed at her with a deep, intense look.
"Yinyin, why did you hit someone?"
"You deserved to be hit!" Helian Yueyin's eyes were red, her teeth clenched in anger.
The hatred for him in the depths of her eyes couldn't have been more obvious, and there was no way he couldn't feel it.
At noon, when they had eaten together, she had been fine.
He had deliberately made an excuse that his chest was hurting and he didn't have the strength to hold the utensils, and she had actively fed him.
How had she turned, in the span of half a day, to treating him as though he were an enemy?
"Reason?"
"Why I hit you, do you not have any idea?!"
Mo Shang's sharply defined features grew even more somber. He spoke only four words, "I don't know."
Helian Yueyin sneered.
This man really knew how to pretend, still looking so innocent.
To him, deceiving her had long become a habit. Perhaps, he didn't even realize how abhorrent his actions were to her!
