Lin Lan finally stopped in her tracks and did not pursue further.
She approached Luo Ziling with a murderous air and glared at him unkindly.
Luo Ziling quickly stopped laughing and took the lead, heading toward the direction of Lin Lan's apartment.
But to his surprise, Lin Lan didn't follow and instead remained standing in the same spot.
The stationary Lin Lan still looked at him fiercely, as if Luo Ziling had callously seduced and abandoned her.
"What's wrong?" Luo Ziling turned back again, "If you don't want me to rest at your place, then forget it, just send me back."
Lin Lan glared at Luo Ziling once more and wordlessly strode ahead.
Luo Ziling hurried to keep up.
Once inside Lin Lan's room, Luo Ziling dropped his bag and plopped down on the sofa. "I'm exhausted. Every time I come here, I feel totally drained. What's hateful is that some women always have a long face, as if I owe them something."
