"Do you know? You look so much better when you don't open your mouth," Qi Jianyi whispered harshly, her frustration bubbling over.
Her glare could have turned stone to dust as she stared at Song Chengfeng, who stood beside her with that innocent, clueless expression. His silence was deafening, and his utter lack of awareness only fueled her irritation.
Song Chengfeng, still oblivious to the full extent of his blunder, remained motionless. What more could he do now? He had already said what he thought was necessary, and there was no taking it back.
At worst, they would have to endure He Zeqing's impending lecture, which was already a looming certainty. Resigned to his fate, Song Chengfeng mentally prepared himself for the inevitable scolding.
However, He Zeqing had reached his boiling point. His sharp, stern voice cut through the air like a knife, freezing both of them in place.
