"Why did you deceive me?"
Zhang Danlin said casually, but her eyes—already quite big, framed by long lashes—were particularly captivating. Now, however, they were wider than ever, conveying confusion with a gaze demanding an answer from Hao Jian.
It was as if, without a satisfactory answer from Hao Jian, she might do something unexpected.
Hao Jian, seeing this, was instantly at a loss. He explained, "Wasn't it because I slept late last night? I'm very tired and wanted to rest during this time, so I said that."
For a moment, he was at a loss for words, but one thing was clear: if he didn't say something, she might pester him indefinitely. So, he decided to casually make an excuse to brush her off; otherwise, it would never end.
Sure enough, upon hearing Hao Jian's explanation, although he was clearly babbling, the irritation in Zhang Danlin's heart disappeared.
