"Not bad work."
Han Ting saw Pang Jian return and closed the stone door with the back of her hand, smilingly praising, "As soon as you found out you couldn't mess with the other party, you immediately send a gift to apologize. Your cautious and prudent style should keep you alive for a long time."
She had seen everything Pang Jian did.
And she genuinely meant her praise.
"Hmm, if I can't afford to offend, I'll just be honest."
Pang Jian's expression was as usual.
He sat down on a meditation cushion and looked up at Han Ting, whose figure was explosively attractive, saying, "I'll be careful from now on and won't disturb you again."
"Mhm."
Seeing his sincere attitude and deep understanding of his own mistakes, Han Ting nodded with satisfaction and didn't pursue the matter further.
"Knock knock!"
"Brother!"
Gao Yuan's knocking sounded at the door.
Just as Pang Jian sat down, he sighed softly and got up to open the door again.
