"Weiwei, let's talk about something."
Li Beiting hugged her, leaned down, and looked at her face with pitiful eyes.
Tears still clung to her face, stubborn against his attempts to wipe them away. It was the first time he realized how easily she cried.
"There's nothing to discuss, I won't be kind to you," Yu Weiwei said. "After such a big incident, you didn't even consult me in advance. Do you know, last night..."
At this point, Yu Weiwei suddenly stopped.
"Hm? What happened to you last night?" Li Beiting looked down at her.
Yu Weiwei's eyes were swollen as she cast her gaze downward and spoke indifferently, "Let's not talk about it."
"Not talk about it?" Li Beiting caressed her red lips with his index finger, his gaze fixed intently on her.
But with his stance, if she didn't speak up, he could punish her at any moment.