Walking into the bathroom, Ye Zimo looked at himself in front of him and smashed the mirror with a fierce punch. The mirror broke in response. The glass debris penetrated into the back of his hand and scratched bleeding marks.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Xia Yihan's voice rings outside the door. Leaf ink shakes hands. Xia Yihan's voice makes him feel at a loss. He doesn't know how to face such a Xia Yihan.

The door was opened, Xia Yihan rushed in anxiously, saw the wound on the leaf ink hand at a glance, grabbed it and dragged it out: "Why so careless!"

Ye Zimo let Xia Yihan take his...