Yan Luoxi hung her head, so ashamed she wished she could dig a hole and crawl into it. She said, "I'm sorry for troubling you. I promise I won't dial the wrong number again."
Two sharp arrows mercilessly pierced Li Yeqi's heart. His thin lips pressed into a straight line, his face dark as the bottom of a pot. When he received her call, he already knew she had dialed the wrong number. Swallowing down the jealousy rolling in his heart to come over, she still dared to bring it up?
He turned, staring at her seriously, "If sorry was useful, what would hell be for?"
The menacing air he emanated forced Yan Luoxi to take a few steps back. Her originally confused mind became clear in an instant, vigilantly watching the man in front of her, feeling as if his whole body was shrouded in a dangerous aura. She cautiously took another step back, "Um, I didn't mean to. Since the bad guy is gone, I'll handle the rest."
