Su Jingshu's lips, pale as paper, trembled slightly.
On her pale face, she forced a nonchalant smile.
"Sir, it is my fault for causing you so much trouble before. I'm sorry."
"Apologizing now, where were you before!"
Huo Yirong completely dismissed her.
He threw the towel onto the washbasin, hands in his pockets, standing aloof.
Su Jingshu lowered her head: "Please forgive me, sir."
"If you had apologized earlier, I might have considered forgiving you. Now, it's too late!"
Huo Yirong leaned against the washbasin, crossed his legs, and looked coldly at Su Jingshu.
He knew that there must be more to her apology.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have bowed her head in apology to him.
Su Jingshu clenched her fists: "Sir, Nangong Chang must not die, or I don't know what I might do."
"Are you threatening me?" Huo Yirong's dark eyes became sharp instantly.
Su Jingshu looked straight at Huo Yirong: "It's not a threat, I'm serious."
