After Bei Sangyun showed the fountain pen and played the recorder hidden on it proudly, Fei Chuan, whom she thought had finally let go of his anger, got mad again.
His face darkened as the recording went on. When it was done playing, he scolded her fiercely. Then he went quiet and ignored her.
She kept trying to ask him what she did wrong, but Fei Chuan gave her the cold shoulder.
Bei Sangyun rolled her eyes. The grumpy Fei Chuan was back. She didn't really understand why he was angry with her. "I already said sorry, what more do you want? What should I do to make you less angry?"
Fei Chuan narrowed his eyes, "Think about it yourself."
"Agh. I am asking you because I don't know. Seriously. I don't have any idea how to make you feel better. Just tell me, okay?"
The elevator opened. Fei Chuan stepped out, but his steps were not hurried; they were slow this time. Bei Sangyun was able to follow behind him.
