Xiang Yimo withdrew his gaze from Zhong Lingling's face, his expression gaining a layer of cold indifference seldom seen. "I should be the one saying sorry," he said, "for not dying of illness as you wished!"
With those words, Xiang Yimo turned and walked towards the direction of the gym.
Zhong Lingling was left in a state of disarray, standing in place. She really wanted to call out to Xiang Yimo, wanted to explain to him, but she guessed that he had heard everything her father said. What use would her explanation be now?
Watching Xiang Yimo drenched in sweat on the treadmill, Zhong Lingling felt uncomfortable inside, always feeling guilty.
Several times she entered the gym, wanting to say something to Xiang Yimo.
But no matter what she said, Xiang Yimo ignored her!
This was something Zhong Lingling was not used to.
She really didn't understand what Xiang Yimo was so mad about.