Li Xiaoyun hadn't finished speaking, just started to say a few words, and Zhao Dingli thought he might have guessed it right.
Li Xiaoyun left because of what happened last night.
Otherwise, she couldn't have been fine before.
But today she suddenly moved out.
"Did I scare you last night?" Zhao Dingli asked.
"No, of course not." Li Xiaoyun shook her head, firmly denying it, "You didn't go on a drunken rampage; you were quite restrained."
It was rare that Zhao Dingli finally felt a bit guilty and self-conscious towards Li Xiaoyun.
Because he wasn't drunk at all.
Li Xiaoyun even praised him this way, making Zhao Dingli feel a bit overwhelmed despite his thick-skinned nature.
"I've thought it over; you never considered moving back before, and today you suddenly did. Apart from last night, I really can't think of another reason."
When he said that, Li Xiaoyun's face burned even more.
