"Yes."
The Butler saw that the atmosphere was not right, so he quickly turned around and left.
When Fan Yu returned to the room, Qiao Yuanfei had already gotten down from the bed and was wearing his white shirt.
She did not look as confident and energetic as when she stood in front of the reporters.
At this moment, her eyes were a little uneasy. Both of her hands were twisting the hem of her shirt. Her cherry lips suddenly turned red by herself, and she kept biting on it.
She wanted to say something, but stopped herself.
Was it difficult to explain to him?
Fan Yu took in the expression on her face, and his eyes became gloomier and gloomier.
The two of them looked at each other for less than three seconds before Qiao Yuanfei suddenly walked forward.
She lowered her head.
Like a child who had done something wrong, she apologized sincerely.
"I'm sorry."
