Chapter 150 Comforting Comfort
Yang Fan rushed into the inner room, Wu Xue Mei was squatting on the ground picking up broken glass, a whole box of beer mugs had been smashed to bits, even the box that held the wine glasses was smashed to pieces.
"Be careful not to cut your hands, where is the broom? Let me sweep it up," Yang Fan said.
"It’s okay, I’ll just pick up the bigger pieces of glass," Wu Xue Mei said with her face flushed.
It was just a few cups that had been broken, yet somehow she was so embarrassed that her cheeks turned as red as if they were about to be cooked.
Yang Fan walked out of the inner room and found a broom and dustpan in the kitchen, bringing them back in.
"Let me do it."
He quickly cleaned up the glass shards on the floor, and as he was sweeping them into the dustpan, Wu Xue Mei suddenly let out a low cry.
"What’s wrong?" Yang Fan hurriedly looked over.
He saw Wu Xue Mei frowning slightly, pinching her right hand’s ring finger with her left hand, with a bead of blood the size of a soybean forming at the fingertip.
"It’s nothing, just a little cut," Wu Xue Mei said through gritted teeth.
Although it seemed to be just one wound, it was obviously still quite painful.