Could a light and breezy "sorry" really erase all of this?
Si Chen furrowed his delicate brows, looking at the little face in front of him, half red and half white, feeling somewhat irritable, "What's still wrong?"
If he could, he wouldn't want to stir up such trouble.
"How would I know?" Chi Ying couldn't help but cry out of anger.
Tears fell like rain.
Did she deserve this?
What business did she have taking off his sleeping robe?
She must be sick...
Si Chen picked up the cigarette case on the table, drew out a cigarette, struck the lighter sullenly to light it, and took a deep inhale before speaking slowly, "How about this, you name a price, as my compensation, okay?"
Name a price?
Chi Ying felt as if she'd been stung hard in her heart, a dull pain throbbing, "Who wants that."
She didn't want to cry, but the tears fell uncontrollably.
She was definitely set to suffer this dumb loss.
