Li Chengyun looked at Yu Jingrong, whose face had turned pale with anger, and quickly reached out to support her, then patted her on the back and calmed her down. He was genuinely afraid that he had angered her too much, "No, it's my fault, I was wrong, I should have told you earlier!"
He smiled mildly with a hint of appeasement, gazing quietly and confidently at Yu Jingrong, "How could you be foolish? In my heart, you are the smartest!"
These words, at this moment, coming from Li Chengyun's mouth, felt to Yu Jingrong like there was a hidden meaning behind them.
She brushed off Li Chengyun's hand, struggled to get up, put on her shoes, and refusing to deal with Li Chengyun any longer, she went straight upstairs.
Li Chengyun, of course, did not feel at ease letting her go alone, so he quickly followed her upstairs. When he entered the room, Yu Jingrong was sitting on the bed, biting her lip.
