Young Master Han flicked his sleeve and said, "Now he feels wronged? He was the one who insulted me first, and now he's here pretending to be nice!"
Zhi'er blinked her big eyes, her tone soft and sweet: "Doesn't this just show that he really likes you as a friend and feels sad about the argument with you?"
Young Master Han was taken aback.
His gaze was complex, with subtle fluctuations.
Zhi'er looked cute: "After all, not being trusted by a friend is a very sad thing, right~?"
Young Master Han pressed his lips tightly, and after a while, said: "Princess, please tell him, I admit my words were somewhat impulsive earlier and I didn't intend to argue with him."
"I know what kind of person he is. He wouldn't intentionally scare girls with bugs, but at this point in the argument, it's not appropriate for either of us to back down first."
Zhi'er's round black eyes shone like lustrous pearls.
