Hearing Fang Pingying's softened tone, yet unwilling to admit it verbally, Luo Zhiyong couldn't help but smile helplessly. He reached out to lift her into his arms, gently kissed her face, and raised an eyebrow as he smiled, "Hey, are you still going to be unreasonable? Haven't I already admitted my fault?"
Fang Pingying huffed at him, "Was that what you call an apology just now? You were completely perfunctory."
"Alright, alright, not perfunctory." Luo Zhiyong, still holding her, began to chuckle into her neck, truly feeling that he had been a bit too harsh with his words last night. However, given his nature, he had always been extremely firm with his word outside of home and couldn't bring himself to genuinely apologize to his wife.
Fang Pingying, of course, was aware of his nature and didn't push him to apologize further. Yet she felt that the matter concerning Luo Zhiming was not trivial and needed to be made clear.
