"Mianmian, Mianmian," Gong Heng called out gently, "Mu Yao is calling you."
"Ah?" She was startled, blinking her innocent, big eyes at Mu Yao standing in front of her, and said dazedly, "What did you say? I didn't hear you. Can you speak up, please?"
Humiliation, naked humiliation.
Mu Yao really wanted to tear off that innocent mask from her face and stomp it underfoot, or else she couldn't quell the hatred in her heart!
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Mu Yao shouted out her apologies at the top of her lungs, then angrily turned away and ran off.
Only Mianmian remained, seemingly flustered. She blinked innocently and looked at Gong Heng with a confused expression, "Brother, why did she say she's sorry?"
