"Oh, go ahead and apologize; I'm all ears,"
Lu Fengxuan cut off her nonsense directly, crossed her arms over her chest, and assumed a posture of eager attentiveness.
Lu Sirong: "..."
The hands hanging by her sides clenched tight, nails digging into the flesh of her palms, stirring up pain.
Bitch! She really wished she could scratch Lu Fengxuan's face and see if she dared to be so smug in front of her then.
But she had already suffered a setback a moment ago, and this time, Lu Sirong was very cautious, maintaining the facade of a pure and innocent flower no matter how intense the rage boiling inside her.
The very next second, she said in a pitiful tremble, "Sister, I know you're angry, but I really didn't mean it, I don't know why those people's words were so nasty."
"I just saw how beautiful you are and blurted out the things from our childhood in my happiness, I truly didn't have any ill intentions."
In the end, it was all just excuses.
