When Ming Yue returned from the kitchen carrying the dishes, she saw Wan Yi Jun and Han Ze Min arguing in the corridor leading to the dining room, with no sense of their surroundings. The moment, they noticed Ming Yue's presence, both of them, abruptly went silent as if nothing had happened here.
"Is everything alright, Yi Jun?" Ming Yue asked in a lowered voice, giving a side glance at Han Ze Min, whose face darkened at the very moment when she talked to his cousin so sweetly.
"Yes, give it to me." He gave a soft smile and reached out to hold the dishes from her hands.
"No, it is alright. I can carry this much." She argued as she refused to hand over the dishes. It was true that her palm was injured, but that was a mere laceration, but watching how Wan Yi Jun worries over her wound, she couldn't help but wonder what's wrong with him.