After the incident with Li Huan and Zhou Zhao, the originally ambiguous atmosphere in the car vanished.
Even if Sang Li repeated the previous procedure, Lin Zhiyi's mind was now full of carp.
Luckily, Sang Li was a considerate person and eased the awkwardness with a smile.
"Feeling better?"
"Mhm."
Lin Zhiyi was even somewhat amused and exasperated.
When they arrived downstairs, Sang Li received a work call and didn't accompany Lin Zhiyi upstairs.
On the way, Zhou Zhao glanced at Sang Li through the rearview mirror.
"Young Master, that call from Li Huan was obviously deliberate. If anyone should be getting a call, it should be me. It's likely that it's Third Young Master causing trouble behind the scenes. Why didn't you clarify things with Miss Lin?"
Sang Li's expression was calm: "You think Zhiyi doesn't know? Sometimes, treating something as a joke and letting it slide is also a way to spare oneself."
"Oh. Wait… am I the joke?" Zhou Zhao said discontentedly.