"Bang!"
Just at that moment, a violent shattering sound suddenly filled the air.
Fu Lanshen immediately withdrew his fingers, sitting up straight in alarm.
The sound thoroughly jolted Mu Qingli awake, and she looked up at Fu Lanshen, "What happened? What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Seven, Miss Mu, I didn't mean to..." Su Yurou's voice, tinged with tears, rose in the air.
"What's the matter?" Fu Lanshen's eyes swept back ungently.
Mu Qingli also glanced back slightly and saw the ground covered with shattered glass and scattered rose petals, while Su Yurou looked as pale as death, pitiful and tremulous, like a startled little rabbit.
"I, I accidentally broke the vase. I really didn't mean to, Mr. Seven." Su Yurou clumsily squatted down to pick up the pieces of glass. In her panic, a shard accidentally sliced her hand, blood streamed, and she seemed even more pitiful in that instant.