Seeing Qinglan's silence, Fang Tong knew she had guessed correctly again and chuckled, "Actually, you don't have to worry too much. Your man cares about you so much that even if he really is mad, it won't last very long. Maybe by tomorrow morning, it will all be fine. Or else, just act a little coquettish, swallow your pride, and he's sure to cool down immediately."
Qinglan: "…How do I act coquettish?"
Fang Tong fell silent. Imagining Qinglan trying to act coquettish with that cool, detached face of hers, she couldn't help but shiver, "Well, maybe don't act coquettish. Just say a few nice things to cajole him, that should do."
Fang Tong decided to give up on the coquettishness route.
Qinglan made an acknowledging noise and hung up the phone.
When Qinglan entered the bedroom again, Fu Hengyi had already finished his shower. She glanced at him but hadn't figured out what to say, so she proceeded to take her own shower first.