Yin Zhi instantly caved. He pressed his lips together, shot Wen Qian a resentful look, and then, under her warning gaze, hung his head. Even his ears drooped.
Seeing his devastated expression, Wen Qian's anger subsided a bit. She let out a long breath and was about to say something when a low cough sounded from behind her.
The man's voice was deep. "There's no need for an apology. I'm also responsible for this. Qianqian, I'll bring replacements for the damaged items tomorrow."
Yin Zhi's head shot up. 'This damned snake really knows how to exploit every opportunity!' he thought. 'Trying to use "delivering things" as an excuse to see Wen Qian?'
'He's so calculating. You can practically hear his abacus clicking.'
'And another thing... he didn't lose out at all during the fight just now. Who's he putting on this half-dead, feeble act for?'
