"Are you still mad at me?" He Zeqing asked tentatively as soon as they finished their lunch. Qi Jianyi, seated gracefully beside him, raised an eyebrow, her expression teasing yet calm.
"If I say I am, what can you do?" she retorted, dabbing her lips with a napkin.
Her voice no longer carried the earlier edge of irritation. Truthfully, she wasn't particularly angry with him to begin with.
Not to mention, He Zeqing had looked utterly distressed earlier when she started coughing. It was obvious that his actions were never meant to harm her.
He only wanted to playfully tease Song Chengfeng, not create chaos.
How could He Zeqing, who had always treated her like a precious little sister, ever intend to hurt her?
