Song Yaoyao didn't say anything, which made Song Wenchuan feel even more guilty.
He looked at Song Yaoyao's lowered head, looking very sad. He raised and put down his hand that wanted to comfort her and pressed the elevator for her to go down. "I'm sorry to make you suffer again."
The elevator made a 'ding' sound and pulled Song Yaoyao back from her thoughts.
She shook her head and walked into the elevator. Just as the elevator door was about to close, she suddenly raised her hand to block it and asked, "Has she always been like this?"
"What?"
The elevator door slowly opened. Song Wenchuan was stunned for two seconds and smiled bitterly. "No."
"Well..."
Song Yaoyao understood. Her dimples sank and she smiled. "She must really hate me. Bye."
She waved her hand. The elevator door gradually closed and Song Wenchuan's figure disappeared.
