Song Qingge's complexion instantly turned as pale as paper, she knew that her petty schemes could not hide from the discerning Leng Youchen, she knew she had crossed his bottom line.
"Third Brother, I was wrong, I'm sorry!" Song Qingge looked shattered as she gazed at the man she loved. If she could win one more glance from him by shedding her pride and dignity, she was willing to cast aside all pretense.
Leng Youchen's lips were tightly pressed, his eyes fiercely sharp, "Miss Song, you are not a three-year-old child. I expect you to stop making jokes at the expense of others' innocence. Do not do unto others what you would not have them do unto you. And, the person you should be apologizing to is not me."
Song Qingge's eyes reddened even more sharply, she looked at Leng Youchen incredulously as tears rolled down her cheeks, carrying an indescribable sense of grievance—he wanted her to apologize to Wei Anjing!