Wang Dahai sighed inwardly, not knowing what to say for a moment.
He gently patted Chen Die on the shoulder.
Feeling his gesture, Chen Die cried even more sadly, hugging him tightly.
After a long while of crying, her tears finally began to subside.
She raised her head, with tearful eyes, and asked, "Can't we make up?"
Her eyes were red and swollen, looking pitifully endearing.
Hearing her child-like words, Wang Dahai couldn't help but laugh.
After laughing, he realized it was inappropriate and immediately put on a stern face, shaking his head, "I can't help your sister."
Chen Die's expression dimmed for two seconds, then suddenly pulled him towards the stairs.
Wang Dahai let her lead him.
Her emotions were very wrong at the moment, and Wang Dahai didn't dare provoke her further.
If provoked more, Wang Dahai was worried she might do something irrational.
After reaching the lower floor, Chen Die led him to the elevator.
