Tu Hengsha was stunned and let out an "ah," causing the drumstick to fall from her mouth, bounce off his shoulder, and tumble to the ground. At the same time, a voice echoed in her mind: he ate that and gave it to her... he ate that and gave it to her...
He wore a plain blue shirt, which didn't show dirt, but the drumstick quickly left a grease stain on his clothes, much darker than the surrounding fabric.
Oh no, oh no, oh no, Mr. Su was always so easily angered; this time he definitely wouldn't let her off! She patted her forehead, on the verge of a breakdown. How long would it take to coax Mr. Su back to a good mood this time?
Unexpectedly, Mr. Su's voice was gentle like never before, "Go home and see how you'll clean it!"
