The man stood in front of the door, silent and without turning around, just extending his hand and using one finger to lock the door from the inside.
The lock clicked crisply, which made Ning Xiaofei's heart jump.
She didn't dare raise her face to see his expression; she just looked down, watching the tips of his shoes as he stepped closer, and instinctively took a step back.
Her back hit the cabinet in the foyer, leaving her with no room to retreat.
"I... I really didn't do it on purpose, I know I was wrong, please don't hold it against me, even a prime minister can sail a boat in his belly... don't be mad at me... okay?"
Pretending to sniffle and "agonize" over her self-reflection, she quietly lifted her face, stealing glances at the man's expression. When their eyes met, she hurriedly averted her gaze and raised her hand to rub her eyes.
