"Ah Jing, good morning!"
Luo Yifan got into the car, casually greeting Chen Jing.
"Mr. Luo, good morning."
Chen Jing's address made Luo Yifan raise his eyebrows, but in the end, he didn't say anything. His inquiring gaze wandered around her face for a few rounds.
"Did you sleep well last night?"
Chen Jing's face flushed slightly, a little afraid to meet his gaze.
"Well, I slept fine..."
Luo Yifan then didn't ask anything else about last night, nor did he bring up the bet.
He gave Chen Jing an illusion, as though the Luo Yifan who made the bet and the one who listened to her talk last night were two different people.
She thought he would always pretend to have amnesia.
However, when Chen Jing was categorizing and placing the purchases in the refrigerator and storage cabinet, she suddenly heard Luo Yifan from behind.
"Ah Jing, I'm sorry!"
Chen Jing was slightly startled and turned her head to look at him.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to pressure you."
