Her heart raced uneasily, and after a long pause, she cautiously said, "Then... then I apologize to you, I won't bother you anymore."
Shen Zhaoli didn't know why, but upon hearing Wen Jiao say this, the irritation in his heart seemed to intensify.
He coldly looked at her, the corners of his lips slightly curved, the sarcasm in his eyes thickening, "Not bother me? Then whom do you plan to bother tonight? Wen Jiao, don't assume that everyone is like me, at your beck and call!"
Wen Jiao's cough became more violent, she lowered her head, masking the guilt on her face, and said softly, "You also said... at my beck and call..."
"So, you've found it quite convenient to use me, have you?" Shen Zhaoli coldly stared at her, his heart tightening with anger, yet it seemed like all of it was self-inflicted. He stared at Wen Jiao for a long time, slowly stood upright, and took a few steps back.
Wen Jiao stared at him blankly, confusion clear in her eyes.
