Zhao Yilun looked at Beisitian and saw her kneeling on the ground with her hands behind her back, her small face tense. Obviously, she was the beautiful type, yet at this moment she seemed somewhat adorably foolish.
Zhao Yilun raised an eyebrow. This woman, delicate and pretty to look at, had a dainty figure for a man's taste, but her strength was not small — she had pushed him away in one go. It was the first time he had encountered a woman who would push him away!
"I was just trying to help you!" Zhao Yilun wasn't the type of man to explain his actions, yet this time he didn't know why he just wanted to say something to this woman, to make her understand what she did to someone trying to help her.
Beisitian looked at Zhao Yilun with a blank face, pursed her lips, and squeezed out three words, "I'm sorry..."
Zhao Yilun's eyebrows twitched, and his mouth involuntarily curled into a smile. Seeing her expression, he didn't know why he felt like laughing...
