Zhou Beicheng closed his eyes with disgust.
Soon, Yan Shu came over with a medicine box in her hands, "Brother Beicheng, you sit here and don't move."
"Aren't you annoying? I don't need you to meddle in my affairs!" Zhou Beicheng impatiently swatted Yan Shu's hand away.
"Clang—"
The medicine box was knocked to the ground, scattering the contents all over the place.
"Brother Beicheng..." Yan Shu looked at Zhou Beicheng with disbelief in her eyes, which, beyond the shock, held a deep sense of grievance. In her memory, Zhou Beicheng had never lost his temper with her before.
Thinking that Yan Shu still had some utility to him, Zhou Beicheng suppressed the anger in his heart and continued, "Yanyan, I'm sorry, I encountered something upsetting today, I didn't mean it."
She knew Zhou Beicheng wouldn't treat her this way!
Yan Shu immediately smiled through her tears, "It's okay, Brother Beicheng, everyone has their bad days."