Seeing her silence, Luo Chao felt a bit uneasy, and picked up the cigarette and lighter from the bedside: "You don't mind if I smoke, do you?"
"There's no ashtray here, go smoke by the window," Zhang Yufei didn't refuse but pointed to the window on the outer wall of the room.
Luo Chao slipped on some slippers and got out of bed. He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag by the window, exhaled slowly, and sighed regretfully, "Director Zhang, I'm sorry about earlier."
Zhang Yufei gritted her teeth: "You think I'm going to value your apology, huh? Tell me, what are you planning to do?"
"Do about what?" Luo Chao asked, puzzled.
Zhang Yufei's cheeks flushed with embarrassment: "You've taken advantage of me multiple times, and that's it?"
When Luo Chao heard this, he was so startled that his cigarette butt shook, burning his fingers. He quickly extinguished it, wincing in pain, and said incredulously: "You don't want me to take responsibility, do you?"
