The moment the words left her mouth, Xia Zhaoyun regretted them. In her first eighteen years, and even with the memories of the next sixty, she had always moved at a steady pace. She was rarely put in a passive position and had excellent control over her emotions.
'So why do I keep messing up whenever I'm around him?'
She didn't dare to look at his face, which had gone from ashen to dark with anger. "How about this," she asked dejectedly, "I'll just stand here, and you can yell at me to get even? You were the one who mistook me for someone else in the first place. I was just playing along a little..."
Huo Tianhao's lips curled into a smirk. 'Her ability to turn the tables and shift the blame is impressive. It just rolls right off her tongue!'
He turned and started walking away. Just as Xia Zhaoyun was patting her chest in relief, he spun around and said coolly, "Since you were 'playing along,' why not see it through to the end? Let's go. We're getting something to eat."
