Gao Yuan was busy grinding the knife blank on the belt sander when Luo Xingyu silently appeared beside him.
He stopped what he was doing and looked towards Luo Xingyu.
Luo Xingyu seemed somewhat resentful, but Gao Yuan pretended not to notice. He smiled and said, "My hands are dirty. I was going to come find you later, but it looks like you beat me to it. Did your dad tell you?"
Luo Xingyu nodded, her gaze still fixed on Gao Yuan.
As a man, one must play dumb at crucial moments; one must learn to play dumb.
"Why are you looking at me like that, as if I've done something wrong?"
Gao Yuan said half-jokingly, but Luo Xingyu responded seriously, "So you know that you did something wrong?"
"I did something wrong? Did I really make a mistake? I don't think so. Tell me what I did wrong."
Luo Xingyu continued to stare at Gao Yuan and remained silent for a long time. Gao Yuan smiled, leaned in, and said, "A kiss will make it all better."
