Huang Qingtian's apology came rather abruptly.
Mu Keren was stiff in his embrace for quite a while.
Moments later, her small hand was still pushing against his chest, "You haven't done anything wrong to me!"
"No! I have..." At this moment, Huang Qingtian didn't resemble the domineering chief commander of the Phoenix Blade Headquarters at all. He lowered his voice, and his tone was clearly flattering, cautious and careful.
"Even if you did, I'm not mad, and there's no need for you to apologize!" It was uncertain whether being sick these past few days had changed her temperament. Even when she was held tightly in his arms, Huang Qingtian could still feel the chilly tone in her voice.
Her attitude made Huang Qingtian feel like someone who could be abandoned at any moment. That's why his hands clung tightly around Mu Keren's waist.
