At that moment, a gentle breeze swept by, creating ripples on the surface of Inner River, and a few strands of hair also brushed onto Li Qiao's face with the wind.
She gazed at Qiu Huan with a dangerously charming faint smile, lifting her delicate chin, "So it was Master Qiu's doing. What's the reason?"
Qiu Huan felt incredibly uneasy under the stare of Li Qiao's dark, doe-like eyes.
Struggling to explain due to his guilty conscience, he braved himself and said, "Sister Qiao, this really is a misunderstanding..."
Li Qiao withdrew her gaze, her expression detached, "How can you prove it?"
Qiu Huan, acting as if unrelated to the matter, scuffed the lawn with his leather shoe and bent down to apologize with a smile, "That dumbass Zhang Leshan, I'll take care of him for you. How about that?"
