"Senior, I forgot to ask you, are you taking a leave or skipping classes today?" Luo Ziling, whose mood had gradually calmed down, sipped his tea and looked at Yang Qingyin with a smile, "Today isn't the weekend, and you should have classes this afternoon. Why didn't you go?"
"I was just worrying for nothing," Yang Qingyin curled her lips, "I was afraid that a certain junior might have been frightened by last night's incident, so I wanted to comfort you in person. Unexpectedly, nothing happened, and you even turned misfortune into luck, receiving so much concern from beautiful women."
"About last night's incident, I am most grateful to you," Luo Ziling said with slight shyness, "I couldn't believe you would come to rescue me personally. Also, I'm really happy you asked me out for tea today."
He was truly happy that Yang Qingyin cared about him so much.
Yang Qingyin didn't say much, just smiled at him quietly.
At that moment, Luo Ziling's phone rang, signaling an incoming call.