My CEO Husband Has Some Issues

Chapter 488: 488: Still Need to Apologize to Rong Weiwei Together



Chapter 488: Still Need to Apologize to Rong Weiwei Together
Hold on!

Shi Mufeng’s temples throbbed violently, and his handsome face twitched uncontrollably, no longer able to maintain a basic expression. He turned back, “Mr. Li, is there anything else?”

Li Shengxiao didn’t give a damn about his snarling puppy demeanor, glancing over at Rong Weiwei, who was still lost in her own world. His thin lips barely touched as he said, “You’ve forgotten someone.”

“She has not apologized.”

“…”

Shi Mufeng had thought he couldn’t be any more embarrassed just now, but standing there, he felt as if all his blood had gushed into his brain.

Li Shengxiao was being way too much! As the old saying goes, you don’t slap someone in the face!

Wei was the companion he had brought, he had already apologized, and if Wei apologized again, that really would be grinding his face into the ground.

He could imagine that this incident would be the subject of light-hearted gossip in the circle for a long time to come.

Rong Weiwei hadn’t expected that she would be asked to apologize too. Panic-stricken, she felt a great resistance within her heart, inadvertently revealing a look of disgust. Clutching onto Shi Mufeng’s arm, her eyes brimmed with grievance, and with bitten lips and a sense of helplessness, she called out to him, “Mufeng…”

She didn’t want to apologize to that bitch Rong Yan. To make her apologize to that bitch Rong Yan would be better off asking her to die!

She would absolutely not bow down to Rong Yan!

Not to mention apologizing!

Hearing his girlfriend’s dependent voice made Shi Mufeng’s spine stiffen. His mouth twitched as he patted Rong Weiwei’s hand. Looking at the tall and noble man, he said, “Wei hasn’t done anything that requires an apology to Miss Rong. She has been speaking up for Miss Rong the entire time, which I believe Miss Rong is well aware of. Isn’t that right, Miss Rong?”

He raised his head and looked at Rong Yan with a demanding gaze, clearly expecting her to take a stance.

Rong Yan raised an eyebrow. She had seen interesting people before but had never come across anyone quite as interesting as these two. So Shi Mufeng thought that she was obliged to speak up for Rong Weiwei?

Rong Yan’s gaze met theirs in mid-air, and the six eyes converged. In front of the man who took it for granted, she coolly threw back, “I’m not clear!”

Sorry, she’s not Saint Mary. She can’t tolerate scumbags and bitches!

Shi Mufeng’s anger flared up all at once. Unable to contain his indignation, he accused her, “Are you doing this on purpose? Weiwei has been speaking up for you the whole time. Didn’t you hear it? You heard it! Why won’t you acknowledge it?”

Rong Yan looked at him with an indifferent expression, not giving him any face, “I didn’t hear it, and I didn’t see it. Or perhaps Mr. Shi thinks that because she spoke up for me, the world should revolve around you and acknowledge your point of view. I’m not your mother; I have no such obligation!”

Li Shengxiao furrowed his brow and drew her closer with an unnoticeable gesture, his voice low and mellow, “Don’t be angry, I’ve got this.”

Don’t be angry, I’ve got this.

Any emotions that had been about to stir within Rong Yan were soothed by an invisible hand, and the anger in her chest dissipated without a trace.

That’s right, she had long known what kind of people Shi Mufeng and Rong Weiwei were. What did she have to be angry about with such people? If a dog bit her, she would beat it to death with a stick. Should she bite back at the dog?

People like Rong Weiwei and Shi Mufeng, whose faces were thicker than city walls, she feared that biting down, they would feel nothing, and she might hurt her own teeth instead.

Rong Weiwei did not hear what the dignified man had whispered to Rong Yan, but she saw the tenderness in his face when he leaned down.

The color of her face turned black in an instant.


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