Nan Mufeng chuckled softly, about to drink his milk.
Suddenly, something flew in from the outside the window and struck the milk glass.
Nan Mufeng's grip loosened reflexively.
"Bang!"
The glass fell to the ground, shattering into pieces, with the remaining milk splashed all over the floor.
Liu Ya's first reaction was to rush to the window to see who was sabotaging her plan!
But Nan Mufeng pulled her into his arms with a swift tug, "Wife, be careful not to step on the glass."
"Who's throwing things, that's too much." Liu Ya, furious, broke free from Nan Mufeng and rushed to the window.
The bamboo swayed in the wind, yet nobody was there under the moonlight.
Liu Ya then turned around to search the room for the "weapon".
She was so anxious, and as Nan Mufeng watched her search, he couldn't help but sneer inside: a guilty person always has a troubled conscience.
Liu Ya found a small iron bead in the room. It was this very bead that had flown in from the window just now.
