"Zhan Ting, I know I was wrong, I won't do it again in the future." An Lan sensibly softened her voice and apologized, but Huo Zhanting, who had already heard similar words countless times, merely smiled faintly.
"It's fine. But if this happens again, I'll print out all the photos of you and Xiao Yihe from your school days and plaster them across the entire bedroom—make sure you see them the moment you open your eyes."
An Lan pictured the scene in her mind, her expression momentarily twisting. Huo Zhanting really knew how to make a cutting point hit deep!
"How do you even have photos of me and Xiao Yihe from school?"
Huo Zhanting looked at An Lan with a smirk that carried hidden sourness in his tone, even if he himself didn't fully realize it.
