What? But his face was gloomy and he was obviously angry.

"Third brother," Lin Lan decided to take the initiative to admit his mistake and calm down, "Don't be angry."

Han Qingsong stood up and walked towards her. She couldn't stand his sullen face and cold eyes. His aura was too strong, as if a real net was covering her head, and his imposing manner was overwhelming.

Lin Lan stepped back subconsciously, her back against the door, her heart pounding.

He stood against her body, looking down at her, raised his hand to hold her chin so that she could meet his gaze.

"You are not allowed to take any risks again. Promise."