In Ye Chen's heart, ten thousand grass-mud horses were galloping; he was falling apart inside.
"What kind of karma did I accumulate to run into something like this?"
He was just trying to deliver takeout properly, and somehow he ended up soaking his clothes. How was he supposed to have any fun like this?
Right now, he was still pinching that caterpillar in his hand. Originally, Ye Chen had wanted to set it free, to throw it outside.
Now great, thanks to Zhang Yuan, not only was Ye Chen drenched from head to toe, that caterpillar had also gone to meet its maker.
Since he couldn't release it, Ye Chen could only toss the caterpillar's corpse into the toilet and flush it straight away.
He couldn't help but sigh inwardly: such a cute little life just disappeared from the world like that. What a sin, what a sin.
Seeing that Ye Chen wasn't talking, Zhang Yuan hurriedly shut her mouth as well. She felt extremely guilty; she hadn't expected things to turn out like this.
