Chapter 567 - Chapter 567: Don’t Be Angry (1/2)

Chapter 567: Don’t Be Angry

Translator: Henyee Translations    Editor: Henyee Translations

Affection? Song Jia almost couldn’t breathe. No wonder Lu Zhen looked so abnormal. It was indeed the wine. Looking at the straightforward Jiang Kai in front of him, Song Jia didn’t know what to say. He said calmly, “Alright, there’s nothing else for you to do. Go and play.”

Jiang Kai said unhappily, “What kind of tone is that? Why do you sound like you’re patronizing a child?”

Song Jia glanced at him and couldn’t be bothered to say anything else. He turned around and left.

Lu Zhen waited in the private room for a while. Before Song Jia returned, she felt a little nervous and uneasy. Song Jia had actually been angry for so long because of her words? Could it be that he wasn’t coming back?

Lu Zhen slowly propped herself up and wanted to leave the private room, but as soon as she stood up, she felt that she had lost her ability to control her balance and fell to the side.

As soon as Song Jia entered, he saw Lu Zhen sitting on the ground. He was shocked and hurriedly helped her up. “What’s wrong? Did you fall?”

Lu Zhen’s body was soft, her cheeks were red, and her eyes were unfocused. She leaned against Song Jia, her consciousness clearly in a mess. Her voice carried a hint of grievance and anxiety. “l didn’t mean that. Don’t be angry…”

Song Jia’s heart softened and he immediately said, “I’m not angry.”

Lu Zhen looked completely unconvinced. Usually, when a woman was angry, she would say that she was not angry. It should be the same for a man, right? Moreover, before Song Jia left the private room, she clearly felt that Song Jia’s mood had become low.

“I’m not blaming you. I just…” Lu Zhen said. Her mind was stuck again, and she did not know how to explain. She frowned and tried to think of a way to express herself.

Song Jia was helpless and heartbroken. He asked gently, “Were you injured when you fell? Does it still hurt?”

Lu Zhen looked up and tried to focus her blurry eyes on Song Jia!s face, but she failed. She felt that she might lose her ability to think soon. What kind of wine was this? Why was the aftereffect so strong? “No, it doesn’t hurt,” Lu Zhen said in a low voice.

Song Jia nodded. “Alright, I’ll send you back. Walk slowly.”