Just as she was about to apologize, Lu Jing had already pulled his hand away from hers.
Zhang Lingying, anxious, blurted out, "Your thoughts are always so strange, and you never tell me what's on your mind directly. You can't blame me for imagining things!"
"..."
"Yesterday, I came home and saw you drunk as a skunk at my door. You didn't respond when I called you and even asked who I was. It was Little Mirror who helped me coax you inside in the end."
"..." Lu Jing's body stiffened, and he turned to look at her.
"Your assistant came to see you and said that you've been in a bad state these past few days, waiting for me downstairs every day. I thought you might be a bit angry after waiting so long, and even if you didn't argue with me, you might give me the cold shoulder for half a day. I didn't expect you would actually make dinner for me."
Zhang Lingying saw he was silent, so she decided to lay it all out.
