With a loud crash, Hua Hua was livid with rage, sweeping his hand across the bedroom desk, sending its contents tumbling to the floor.
He stood there like a helpless wild beast, completely losing his sanity and at his wit's end.
Gu Shaocheng dragged his tired body home, grabbed something simple to eat, and returned to the bedroom to catch up on sleep.
Chenxing knelt by his side, massaging his legs. She sneaked a peek at his face and noticed that his complexion wasn't looking good—pale and bloodless from a sleepless night.
"Chenxing, did Hua Hua hurt you?"
"Huh? What? No, not at all."
"Then why did he tell me he hurt you? What's going on?"
