Song Guanchao walked around the table and approached her.
Wen Ru's expression was calm, but the occasional flicker in her eyes revealed her inner tension to Song Guanchao.
He slowly squatted down until he was level with her gaze.
Then, he took her hand and placed it in his palm, gripping it tightly.
Wen Ru tried to pull away, but Song Guanchao held on tightly, and she couldn't break free.
After a few attempts, she gave up.
She took a silent breath and looked at him calmly.
Song Guanchao asked, "Still angry?"
Wen Ru shook her head, "No."
"Oh."
With a light sigh, Song Guanchao stood up, pulling her hand and lifting her from her chair, bringing her into his arms.
Song Guanchao stroked her hair and spoke softly, "Something held me up that night, I apologize to you."
Wen Ru's eyelashes quivered slightly, she didn't speak but felt much better.
"Do you have time tonight?" Song Guanchao asked.
"No." Wen Ru said defiantly.
Song Guanchao let out a sigh of relief.
