However, considering Mr. Wang's ability causes his clothes to explode, it seems understandable.
Sun Hang was just about to go to bed when his room door was knocked on once again.
This time, standing outside the door was Zhong Ling in a nightgown, holding a big pillow in her arms, her delicate little face buried in the pillow, her eyes shifting to the side, completely avoiding looking at Sun Hang, who opened the door for her.
"I'm sorry," Zhong Ling said softly.
"What?"
"I'm... I'm sorry."
"Just for what happened earlier?"
"... Yes," Zhong Ling's voice was as soft as a mosquito's.
"When apologizing, you should look into the other person's eyes, right? It's the most basic courtesy, isn't it?" Seeing her like this, Sun Hang also felt a slight urge to tease her.
"Oh... oh..." Zhong Ling awkwardly lifted her head, looked into Sun Hang's eyes, and said with difficulty, "I'm... sor... ry."
After speaking, her face instantly turned crimson.
