"You..." Lin Shanshan was infuriated, feeling that the apology was just a veiled insult; however, she couldn't get angry because, after all, he was apologizing.
In the end, she had no choice but to stomp her foot, turn her face away, and stop looking at Lin Yifan's obnoxious face.
Seeing Lin Shanshan's face turn crimson with anger, Lin Yifan felt a great sense of achievement. After chatting with Zhao Dabing for a while, he left.
Taking a taxi back to his rental place, as soon as he went upstairs and stepped out of the elevator, he heard jubilant shouting from next door: "Pentakill! Yay! Finally got a pentakill!"
"Pentakill? What the heck? Is there a need to be that happy?" Lin Yifan was somewhat speechless; then he walked up to his door, took out his keys, and prepared to go inside.
However, just then, Han Meiling bounded out of her room.
Hearing the commotion behind him, curious Lin Yifan turned around, wanting to see what was going on.
