Sheng Jinsen sat on a broken chair, holding a cigarette in his right hand, yet he didn't bring it to his mouth to smoke anymore.
Pei Yibai's expression was unfathomable. He looked up and slowly put out the cigarette.
"I'm sorry about yesterday," said Sheng Jinsen as he discarded the cigarette butt. His voice was deep and somehow unfamiliar.
It wasn't really Pei Yibai he wanted to apologize to.
It was Song Weiyi, who was still lying in the hospital room.
But now it seemed that seeing Song Weiyi would not be easy, so Sheng Jinsen simply gave up on the idea.
With the wariness Pei Yibai had at the moment, perhaps he would never see Song Weiyi again.
The thought of that possibility suddenly made him feel suffocated.
"For the illustrious Young Master Sheng to apologize in person, my wife must feel extremely honored," Pei Yibai said with a slight smile, the irony in his words completely apparent.
