For a moment, Apple didn't know what to do. She froze, regretting what she did. She was mortified.
Would he hit her? She had thrown the glass at him after all, which now the poor glass had scattered on the ground, broken into a few pieces, leaving sharp shards there.
"Are you… are you okay?" Apple didn't know what to say, but she blurted out that words without even thinking. She was afraid that he would hit her as well.
However, instead of becoming violence, Zane was laughing at her question, which surprised her even more.
Did the glass hit his head? She didn't think so, but why he acted crazy like this?
Because Apple didn't know what to do at this point, she waited until Zane stopped laughing. It was terrifying because in this small room, his voice echoed eerily on the walls, she felt like those walls would collapse and fell on her if he didn't stop with his laugh.
