"Ah—"
Before she could grasp what was happening, Yan Xinxin heard a pained scream. Many servants and maids turned to look.
She froze in confusion when she noticed someone sprawled at her feet, surrounded by shattered tea cup fragments.
What is going on?
Yan Xinxin was deeply startled and quickly squatted down to help the woman lying at her feet.
"Doctor Ye?"
Ye Wei'er froze upon hearing her voice.
"Yan Little... Madam, why did you suddenly walk away?"
Ye Wei'er's tone carried a hint of resentment that she was trying, albeit unsuccessfully, to conceal.
"Hiss... My hand."
She stood up, adjusted her clothes, and looked at her palm, which was bleeding and red from being cut by the glass shards. Her brows furrowed deeply.
"So painful!"
"I truly didn't know you were standing behind me, Doctor Ye. If my sudden turn startled you, I sincerely apologize."
Yan Xinxin apologized.
