Qiao Muchen, who was sulking in his study, had long heard Zhao Zhitong's voice from the courtyard.
He was instantly overjoyed and about to rush out the door, but then he remembered being stood up and returned to his study, fuming.
The study wasn't a place Sun Daqing could enter, so he simply waited outside while Zhao Zhitong went in alone.
When Qiao Muchen saw Zhao Zhitong enter, he deliberately turned away, pretending to be engrossed in a book and ignoring her.
Zhao Zhitong scampered over to him. "Qiao Muchen, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have stood you up. Are you angry?"
Qiao Muchen kept his little face stern and refused to look at Zhao Zhitong.
He was clearly sulking. Zhao Zhitong pondered for a moment, then took a piece of chocolate from her space. She offered it to him, saying sincerely, "This is my favorite chocolate candy. Here, have it. Please don't be angry anymore, okay?"
