The bed in the lounge was lower than the one at home, so Shen Jue got up faster.
Upon hearing Rong Qingqing's words, Shen Jue understood her meaning and replied, "No need."
Rong Qingqing lifted her head and stared at Shen Jue for a few seconds, seeing that he wasn't embarrassed about refusing, she simply said, "Oh."
Just as Rong Qingqing lay down and grabbed the quilt to cover herself, her phone suddenly rang.
It was Zhao Junxi calling.
Rong Qingqing sneered a few times as she held the phone in her hand and picked it up.
"Zhao Junxi, oh Zhao Junxi, you really have some admirable courage, calling me? What's the plan? Are you going to have a tearful apology over the phone? Let me tell you, I won't accept that." Rong Qingqing's teeth were almost grinding when it came to Zhao Junxi.
