Halfway through the sentence, Su Qingnuan stopped again.
How should she explain it? That she had gone drinking to relieve her boredom because she was in a bad mood?
If she said this aloud, wouldn't it inevitably lead to being questioned about why she was in a bad mood?
Why was she in a bad mood?
Even Su Qingnuan herself couldn't distinguish the reason.
With a bitter smile tugging at the corners of her lips, Su Qingnuan lowered her head once more.
"Mr. Fu, I know I was wrong. It won't happen again next time."
There it was again.
It was always like this. Fu Yihan stared at the lowered head before him, his eyes stormy and on the verge of eruption.
"If we hadn't shown up last night, you'd be splashed all over the newspapers today. The great Mistress Fu, loitering at a bar, getting into disputes with street hooligans—sounds good, doesn't it?"
"...It doesn't sound good."
