Bian Xiaohong couldn't believe it. Overnight, the situation had suddenly reversed.
She had already driven away a strict instructor, and if she let Fifth Young Master Nangong go now, all her efforts since enrollment, painstakingly made to win over men's hearts, would be in vain.
No, I can't lose!
She bit her lip, looking innocent and harmless, pitifully gazing at Nangong Yu: "Fifth Master, it's all my fault. It's all because of me that my sister misunderstood. My sister showing no regard for your face and losing her temper in public must have infuriated you. Fifth Master, don't worry. Let me explain to my sister, okay? She seems like an understanding lady, and once she calms down, she will certainly forgive us."
Every word in this carefully crafted statement had its purpose.
Sure enough, the effect was immediate—
Xing Yue heard this, and before Nangong Yu could reply, couldn't help but sneer:
"Forgive you? Who do you think you are, deserving my forgiveness?"
