'Could it be uncle...has learned his lesson?' Zhao Yun glanced at Zhao Yang and smirked. 'Good, good, don't just accuse people so easily!'
While Zhao Yun thought about Zhao Yang's change in action, Hui Che at the medical clinic talked with her squirrel.
"Master, why did you fall like that, squeak?" Cindy looked at her master, laying on the bed with teary eyes. "I was shocked, you know…"
Hui Che giggled and stroked Cindy's head. "Well, I do that to frame Lai Jiayi." She shifted her head position.
"Eh, why, squeak?" Cindy snuggled to her master's palm and squinted.
"Her barometer is 12%, quite high."
"But...will Zhao Yang blame Lai Jiayi, squeak?" Cindy voiced her worry. The squirrel then leaned on the woman's palm.
Hui Che tucked in the blanket as she rested on the bed and spoke, "You know Zhao Yang treasures me a lot, right? If he knows Lai Jiayi makes me fall and twist my wrist…"
