Zhou Yun first peeked at the visitor through the peephole and realized that the person knocking was Cheng Shenlv.
She opened the door somewhat surprised, and looked at her with confusion.
"Do you need something from me?"
All of a sudden, Cheng Shenlv bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle.
"Sister Xiao Yun, I'm sorry, it's my fault."
Zhou Yun was startled by her abrupt action, "What are you doing?"
Cheng Shenlv clasped her hands tightly, her eyes slightly red, hesitating to speak, "I said some things before that I shouldn't have. I've come to apologize to you."
Zhou Yun's feelings suddenly became complicated.
She scrutinized Cheng Shenlv's face, and at this moment, Cheng Shenlv's expression of apology seemed genuine, but the sincerity was a bit too late for Zhou Yun.
Zhou Yun fell silent for a moment, then said: "Come in."
Cheng Shenlv followed Zhou Yun into the room.
"Take a seat," Zhou Yun told Cheng Shenlv.
Cheng Shenlv sat down with a bit of nervous unease.
