Lei Wenting looked at her, but there was no pity in his eyes, only sternness.
"I said, apologize!"
Lei Qingqing pressed her lips tightly together, but her eyes were already filled with a haze she couldn't hide.
The events from back then have always been a shadow in her heart. Clearly, Leng Zirui was at fault first, yet Lei Wenting not only reprimanded her but also hit her in front of so many people. She just felt more aggrieved, and the stubborn streak in her bones rose up, refusing to speak.
"Forget it!" Leng Zirui had already risen from the table, casually picking up the Butterfly Knife from the table. "Miss Qing Qing was just playing around with me earlier, Mr. Lei, why bother?"
Lei Wenting's gaze swept over Lei Qingqing, a flash of displeasure in his eyes. When he looked at Leng Zirui again, his lips lifted in a sophisticated, gentleman-like smile. "Qingqing has such a stubborn temper, Mr. ROY, please don't mind. Later, I'll personally pour you wine and make amends."
