Leng Yan felt something burning inside, but he couldn't let it out. Holding back his anger, he asked, "Where's Nuannuan? Let her take the call. I must clear things up today."
"Explain?" Tong Xi sneered, her voice sharp with derision, "Can you really explain it? And not just about today, what about the nonsense you pulled last night? Aren't you going to explain that?"
"I'll explain, I'll explain it all." Leng Yan had never been scolded so harshly since he was a child. Now, he knew it was self-inflicted, and he could only suppress his anger.
"You explain? Ha, but it's a pity, my Nuannuan..."
Tong Xi gritted her teeth, enunciating each word: "Doesn't, want, to, hear!"
"Tong Xi, where is she?"
He needed Wen Nuan; as long as she was willing to forgive him, Tong Xi could scold him as much as she wanted.
