Just as Li Yi was trying to sneak a further peek at Lin Yujing's circle of friends,
the bathroom door suddenly opened.
Startled, Li Yi tossed his phone back and looked up at the ceiling, pretending to be innocent.
After changing into pajamas and drying his hair, Li Zheng bounced out and, after greeting Old Li, picked up the phone.
Right then, Lin Yujing sent a message.
[Lin Yujing: I've forgiven you, send it quickly.]
"Hmph," Li Zheng snorted with a chuckle.
Such a tsundere.
It's clearly me who should be forgiving you.
But fine, as long as your behavior is good, I'll let you have your way with words.
Watching his son happily enter the bedroom, Li Yi heaved a sigh of relief.
He silently turned on the TV and flipped to "Sports World," concealing his talents and fame.
Maybe in the future, I should write him some more golden lines about the art of apologizing.
Your dad might not be talented, but he is something of an expert in this area.
