Lin Qian felt it was necessary to clear the air with Yin Moran today.
She pursed her lips and subconsciously shrank to one side, as if by doing so she could escape his daunting presence.
"Mr. Yin," she began, "first of all, I am incredibly grateful that you saved me, and for taking care of me these past few days. If the opportunity arises, I will repay you. Secondly, I apologize to you. I shouldn't have impulsively used you as a shield in front of others, and you have every right to scold or punish me. Now that my foot is almost healed, I think it would be best for me to go home to recuperate. What do you think..."
Lin Qian's voice got softer and softer as she could feel the pressure emanating from the other person growing more intense.
Stealing a glance, she saw his handsome face turn ominously dark.
She knew that speaking these words would infuriate Yin Moran.
But she had to say them.