"Moreover, looking at you, I can tell it's probably your fault. Otherwise, you won't be apologizing to the lady. She's super pissed? What is it, really?"
The more Han Zhuoling looked, the more he felt Han Zhuoli was merely curious.
But apart from Han Zhuoli, he had no one else to discuss this with, so he could only tell him about the misunderstanding between him and Shi Xiaoya.
Just as Han Zhuoling was about to speak, Han Zhuoli suddenly said, "Wait."
He pressed the intercom for Tong Chunian. "Assistant Tong, two cups of coffee."
Han Zhuoling: "…"
Did he think he was listening to a story?
Not long after, Tong Chunian brought two steaming cups of coffee in. Han Zhuoli took a sip and said, "Go ahead, Brother."
Han Zhuoling: "…"
Though he was reluctant, he gritted his teeth and spoke of the misunderstanding.
Of course, he skipped over some parts where they touched rather intimately and spoke only of the main gist.
