The moment the milk tea fell into the trash bin, Gong Chen burst out of the guest room and swiftly picked up the bag.
He glanced at Sang Ran, his face expressionless, as cold and hard as if he were looking at a stranger.
But he said nothing, carrying the bag and walking towards the room.
He even calmly reminded her, "The guest room has been tidied up, you should rest early."
Sang Ran leaned incredulously against the table, her eyes quickly reddening.
"Why aren't you angry at me? I'm not that fragile; if you're upset or uncomfortable, you can vent your anger on me."
Instead of being emotionless like this.
It felt like her marriage was merely to Gong Chen as a person and his family, but she never truly had his heart.
With an almost pleading tone, she looked towards Gong Chen, hoping he would give her some reaction.
Gong Chen remained restrained, his dark eyes undisturbed.
"Don't overthink it, your health is what's important."